Page 37 of My Rancher Valentine

“I can give you a ride.”

“I thought you just did.” I climbed over his lap. “And you were right.”

“Really?”

I leaned in close. “The rodeo isn’t where you do your best riding.” I closed my mouth over his and, this time, took him for a ride of my own. Food could wait, after all. We had more than all night. We had a lifetime.

Epilogue

Beau

2 Years Later

“What about Patchwork Leather?” Kat looked up from the table. “Should we invite Randall and Leonard?” There was a tilt to her lips.

“Sure.” I nodded. “It’s probably shock the hell out of Leonard.”

We both broke out in laughter.

I never did get the sponsorship from Patchwork Leather. It wasn’t worth it to jump through the hoops. I never told them we weren’t engaged. I just didn’t pursue them. Turned out I didn’t need to. Hailey was right. She had sponsorships lined up that covered everything I thought I needed from Patchwork. I still wore their leather, but I wasn’t concerned about proving anything to anyone.

“Are you nervous?”

“About marrying you?” She had to be kidding. “Absolutely not.”

“Not about the wedding. That’s still months off.” She shook her head. “I was talking about starting your final season.”

We talked about it, and I made the decision that this would be my last tour. I didn’t want to be gone so much once we gotmarried, and I had been doing more at the office. It made the most sense for me to hang up my saddle.

“I’ll miss it, but I’m not nervous.”

She stood up and came over to sit on my lap. “I’m going to miss you.” I was leaving for my first trip in a couple of days.

“You could come with me,” I suggested. I had been trying to get her to take some time off and travel with me since we first got together. “You could put the camera I got you for Christmas to good use and finally film that documentary.”

“About what?”

“A top-notch rider who chooses love over the rodeo and rides off into the sunset with the woman of his dreams.” I pitched.

“Wow.” She smiled. “You really are just as cocky as I always knew you were.”

“Don’t be like that, Kitty Kat.” She still hated that name unless we were in bed.

Her eyes narrowed. “I could still call this whole thing off.”

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