to know. Others, admittedly not many, who would side with her. It wasn’t just Hoyt’s nomadic lifestyle and partying ways, which had been one of the reasons for their breakup. Cassidy couldn’t take the chance of him fighting for, and probably winning, joint custody of Benjie.
She’d seen firsthand how parents living in separate towns divided a family. When her brother, Ryder, had turned fourteen, he’d left to live with their father. Up until last fall, Ryder had rarely seen or spoken to Cassidy, Liberty and their mother. Their father’s return had reunited the Becketts, but they were far from being a family. Not in the truest sense. Too much hurt and betrayal, and too many lies littered their past.
No way, no how, was she putting her son through the same broken childhood she’d endured. She would not suffer the same heartbreak that had devastated her mother when they’d lost Ryder. And it would happen. Of that, Cassidy was certain.
“Mom mentioned Bria will be visiting soon.” Cassidy forced a smile.
Shane, on the other hand, beamed. “Every other weekend to start.”
To start? Was he planning on obtaining full custody of his daughter? Cassidy’s anxiety increased. If Hoyt followed his brother’s example...
She pushed the unpleasant thought away. “She’s close by, then?”
“Mesa.”
“Ah.” A forty-five-minute drive.
“That’s why I accepted this job.” A glint lit his eyes as his gaze focused on her. “Now I have even more incentive.”
Oh, dear. Cassidy steeled herself, determined to resist him. “Bria’s mom is okay with you taking her more often?”
“Judy’s been great. She wants Bria and me to have a relationship.”
“But she lied to you about having a child.”
The uncanny similarities between Benjie and Bria weren’t lost on Cassidy.
“I understand her reasons,” Shane said. “I wasn’t what you’d call good father material. Now that I’ve quit my wild ways and found a job which keeps me in one place, Judy’s willing to work with me.”
His brother, too, had quit his wild ways to become a rodeo announcer, but Cassidy didn’t feel inclined to work with him. Not yet, and maybe not ever.
“It can’t be easy for you, seeing Wasabi every day.”
“He’s just another bull under my care.”
Her gaze was automatically drawn to his scar. She’d seen the pictures posted on their mutual friends’ Facebook pages. The gash, requiring forty-four stitches, traveled from beneath his right ear, down his neck to his chest. Miraculously, Wasabi’s hoof had just missed an artery. Otherwise, Shane might have bled out.
“I’m glad you’re all right.” Her voice unwittingly softened.
Shane responded with a heart-melting smile. No surprise he’d inspired a legion of female fans during his years on the circuit. Was that the reason for Bria’s mother’s secrecy? It wouldn’t surprise Cassidy.
“Not my day to die,” Shane said matter-of-factly.
“All the same, it was a terrible fall. How can you bear to look at Wasabi?” Cassidy still shuddered when she passed the well house, even though the accident involving her and her father happened twenty-five years ago. Like Shane, she’d walked away when things might have gone horribly different.
He shrugged. “He was just doing his job. Like any bull. I didn’t take it personally.”
More charm. He could certainly lay it on thick. And Cassidy was far more susceptible than she liked.
She abruptly stood. “I need to go.”
Reaching for his cowboy hat, he also stood and waited for her to leave first. “Drop by anytime.” The invitation was innocent. Not so his tone, which hinted at something else altogether.
When she spoke, her tone was all business. “If you need something, let me know.”
“How about having dinner with me?”
She blinked. He didn’t just ask her on a date, did he? “I beg your pardon?”
“Your dad mentioned a couple good restaurants in town. I could use someone to show me around. Help me get the lay of the land. Seeing as we’ll be working together—”
She shook her head. “Benjie, my son, has homework tonight.”
“You could bring him along.”
“Thanks, but no. He has enough trouble with school as it is. I’d never get him to finish his homework if we went to dinner first.”
“Maybe another night this week.”
Did the man never give up? “We’ll see,” she said, planning to stall him indefinitely.
Outside the trailer she allowed herself two full seconds to gather her wits before heading to the arena in search of her sister. Should Shane come searching for her, he’d find Cassidy doing exactly what she said, helping with the riding lesson.
Fortunately, Liberty was there, talking to a student’s mother. She finished just as Cassidy approached and met her halfway.
“What’s wrong?” Liberty asked.
Cassidy shook her head. “Nothing.”
“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
Not a ghost. The brother of one, perhaps. “I was talking to our new bull manager.”
“Shane? Do tell.”
Cassidy planted her hands on her hips. “What does that mean?”
“He’s a nice-looking guy.”
“We work at a rodeo arena. There are a lot of nice-looking guys here.”
“But none of them have ever left you flustered. Didn’t you two date once?”
Cassidy ignored the question. “I’m not flustered. I’m annoyed. I have a lot to do and can’t afford the time it takes to babysit a new employee.”
“Right.” Liberty laughed gaily before turning on her heel and leaving Cassidy to stew alone.
She hated it when her baby sister was right.
Seven-point-three seconds into his ride, the young cowboy came flying off the bull’s back. He dropped to his knees as the buzzer sounded, then pitched forward onto his face. Recovering, he pushed to his feet, grabbed his fallen hat and dusted off his jeans, a fierce scowl on his face.
Cassidy couldn’t be sure if he
