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Ellis! I didn’t recognize you under that grown-up hat of yours.”

      His lazy grin could melt an iceberg. “All grown up and ready for a beer.”

      Kit reached for a glass to give herself a moment to regroup. Tyler wasn’t just grown up. He was gorgeous. She’d known that, of course. He was a world champion bull rider, and his wide, cocky smile was a common sight in the local paper, which covered his successes religiously.

      But the photos hadn’t done him justice. He smiled at her with a confidence that must work magic with rodeo fans, because it was making even her jaded knees feel wobbly.

      She straightened her spine. The last guy she’d felt wobbly for was Arch, and look how that turned out. She gestured toward him with the empty glass. “What are you drinking?”

      He glanced at the taps. “Pale ale, please.”

      Kit poured the local ale. Watching it foam was far more relaxing than watching Tyler. She stole a quick glance. Yup, he was gorgeous. He always had been, even in high school. Back when they’d been best friends.

      Back before Kit had fallen head over heels for Arch Hoffman. And gotten herself involved in stuff she shouldn’t have.

      Back before Tyler had worried about her, and told her to leave Arch, and they’d had the fight that ended their friendship.

      Back before Tyler had quit high school and left town.

      Kit had managed to avoid him every time he’d come to Benson since then.

      “It’s been a while,” Tyler said quietly, as if reading her thoughts.

      “It sure has.” Kit slid the pint across the bar, a small peace offering. “It’s on me.”

      “What have you been up to all this time?” He sat heavily on a bar stool and took a gulp of the ale.

      “Not too much.” What could she possibly tell him? He’d joined the army. Then joined the rodeo, started winning, become one of the Professional Bull Riders big stars. His looks had gotten him product endorsements and modeling contracts. He’d been in magazines, commercials, on billboards even. And all she could say about the past fifteen years was not much. “I’ve worked here, mostly.”

      “You must like this place.” He paused, like he wanted to say something about that. Instead, he picked up her book. “So why are you reading this?”

      No way would she tell him she was still hung up on Arch Hoffman. Not when he’d lived this incredible life while she’d stayed stuck right here in Benson. She made a grab for the book, but he held it out of reach. Just like they were kids again, growing up on his family’s ranch, with her daddy working for his.

      The warmth she’d felt at seeing him seeped away slowly at that thought, leaving a hollow anxiety behind. Her dad had been so good to Tyler. He’d been a mentor and a friend. He’d taught Tyler how to ride bulls. Did Tyler know that his father had fired Kit’s? Was he complicit in it?

      She could feel anger rising. “It’s a library book—don’t mess it up.” She reached for it again, but she was short and he stood, so she didn’t have a chance.

      His grin dimpled wide and he took a few steps back from the bar. Wobbly steps.

      Kit froze, taking in, for the first time, the slight flush to Tyler’s face, his untucked shirt. “Hey. Are you okay?” She crooked a practiced finger, summoning him closer, in full bossy-bartender mode now. He obeyed, moving unsteadily to the bar.

      Studying his green eyes, she noticed a lack of focus there. He’d always had a sharp gaze. Piercing, even. “You’ve drunk a lot already.”

      His answering nod was somber, as if they were sharing a profound moment. “Yes. I have.”

      “Good to know.” She pulled the pint off the bar and set it on the counter behind her, out of his reach.

      “Hey! I was enjoying that.”

      “Great. You can enjoy it another night, when you’re not stumbling drunk.”

      He shook his head and swayed a little. How had she not seen this before? “I’m not stumbling.”

      “That’s because you’re hanging on to the bar stool.”

      He glanced at his hand, white-knuckling the stool, and looked puzzled. “I am. Must have been the shots I had right before I came here.”

      He set the book on the bar and Kit quickly placed it with her others, safely out of reach. “You need to get home and sleep this off,” she told him.

      “You’ll go with me?” The tilt of his eyebrow might have been seductive if he’d been remotely sober.

      “If you’re going to be an idiot, don’t talk,” she snapped.

      “Right,” he said. “Good advice.”

      “Smart boy. Now let me call someone to pick you up.”

      “It’s early. And I want to be here.” He slid carefully onto the bar stool and folded his forearms on the bar, looking at her quizzically. “I’m just trying to figure out how in the hell you got more beautiful than you were. How is that even possible?”

      She didn’t hide the roll of her eyes. “Beer goggles make anything possible.” She poured a glass of water and set it in front of him. “Drink this. And then let’s get you home before you say any more stuff you’ll regret later.”

      “I won’t regret saying it. Should have said it years ago.” He pulled his hat off his head and set it on the stool next to him. She’d forgotten his hair. Kind of a reddish brown, straight as a board, and he still wore it just a little too long. “I came back here a couple times. To host the Benson Rodeo, make some guest appearances, stuff like that. How come I didn’t see you then?”

      “Maybe because I don’t watch rodeos. Or maybe because you got your drinks elsewhere. Kind of like you did earlier tonight. Were you at the High Country?”

      “Yup.” He nodded. “Great bar.”

      “Sure, if you like cocktails and big-screen TVs.”

      “And you don’t?”

      “I prefer the basics. Good beer. Good customers.” She couldn’t contain her curiosity. “What are you doing in town, so messed up on a Monday night, anyway?”

      “A few of my buddies threw me a party. A celebration.”

      “What are you celebrating?”

      He hesitated a fraction. “Moving home.”

      She’d been expecting him to say another rodeo win or another endorsement deal. Certainly not this. “You’re moving to Benson? No more rodeo?”

      His head moved in one emphatic shake. “Nope.”

      He’d lived and breathed bull riding since he was a kid. “Tyler, that’s a big deal. How come you quit?”

      “A lot of reasons.” He took a sip of water then swirled the glass, watching as if it was actually interesting.

      “Suddenly you don’t want to talk, when we’re talking about you.”

      He shrugged. “Not much to say. I had a great run. I won some titles and made a bunch of money. And I was lucky that I did all that and didn’t get hurt much. But I saw a lot of friends get pretty torn up. Figured I’d quit while I was still in one piece.”

      “But you’ll miss it.” It was a guess, but she saw the way his eyes widened a little.

      Then he hiccuped and blinked a few extra times. “Excuse me. It’s possible that I may have celebrated a little too much.”

      “Yeah. Which is why I’m suggesting, again, that you get home to sober up.”

      “Don’t really

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