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“We’ll build a small barn with a fenced-in pasture over there.” I point to the south. “They’ll live there.”

“That’s right by our house!” Daisy is obviously happy with this plan. “Can I have chickens?”

“Sure.”

“Brady.”

I look up at Abbi. “What? She can have whatever she wants. Doyouwant a cow?”

“No.” She frowns. “But maybe…”

“Maybe what?”

“Maybe a horse of my own.”

I tug her to me and nuzzle her ear. “Anything you want, baby. You can have anything you want.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

ABBI

Five Months Later…

“God, I’m so nervous.” My hands are wringing in my lap, my knuckles white. The whole family, and I do meanthe whole family, including Amy, Sierra, and Hugh all the way from North Carolina, are here with us. We even have two little babies here. Polly and Ryan’s three-month-old daughter, Charlotte, and tiny August, Summer and Chase’s one-month-old, are here to cheer on their Uncle Brady.

We’re at the world championships in Vegas, and my man is riding tonight. Of course, none of us are allowed to be in the stands watching. We can’t go out there until he’s finished.

“He’s going to be great,” Amy assures me, squeezing my hand.

Amy and I have become good friends over the course of this year. No one understands the life of a bull rider’s woman like another bull rider’s woman, and she’s been invaluable for my mental health.

In addition to the concussion and separated shoulder earlier this season, Brady suffered broken ribs and a pulled groin, which really pissed him off.

No sex for a month wasnoteasy on my cowboy.

But despite all the injuries, he came into this championship at the top of the standings, and he’s favored to win tonight.

There was no way that his family would stay away for this. I made itveryclear that wild horses couldn’t keep me away.

So, this is the compromise we made.

“There’s not even a TV in here so we can watch,” Jake grumbles.

“That’s the point, son,” Ryan reminds him with a laugh.

“He’s about to start.” Hugh, the only one allowed to have video in here, is watching his phone. “It won’t be long now.”

I close my eyes and hang my head.Please let him be okay.

“My daddy is gonna win,” Daisy announces. “He’s gonnawin.”

She’s been calling himdaddyfor months, and it’s so adorable. Brady melts every single time, and Daisy knows it.

My verynotinnocent daughter has been getting away with murder. She even managed to talk Brady into not one, not two, butthreemini Highland cows.

Because, as he said, why shouldn’t he make all her dreams come true?

“He’s done,” Hugh announces. “And he’s running out of the arena.”

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