He stared down at her, still frustrated. “What would they interview me about?”
Her expression went flat. “You’re a former rodeo champion who’s opening a rodeo school. And not just any rodeo champ, but one of the best champions ever.”
He studied her, his gaze narrowing. “How do you know that?”
She shrugged. “The internet.”
She’d googled him? Why? “Don’t believe everything you read.” He turned, ready to leave.
“Well, unless somebody made up those stats...”
He paused then and faced her again. “Do you really see me going to the newspaper and asking them to interview me?”
“No.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “First you have to create interest. Say, in the form of a press release.” She was talking way over his head.
He set his hands on his hips. “Lily, I don’t even know what that is.”
“Maybe not—” she inched toward him “—but I do.”
He wasn’t in the mood for games. “What is that supposed to mean?”
“It means—” with only a short distance between them, she dropped her arms to her sides “—that I’m willing to help you promote the rodeo school and get ready for its grand opening.”
“Why would you do that?”
Seemingly frustrated, she gestured around the arena. “My kids are completely enamored with this place. And you.” Her sideways glance hinted at annoyance. “Meaning we’ll likely be spending a lot of time here this summer. Especially now that Piper wants to take lessons. So I may as well make myself useful.”
A woman who was scared to death of horses wanted to help him promote the rodeo school? That had to be one of the craziest things he’d ever heard.
She was right about one thing, though. With both of her kids becoming more and more entrenched in events at the ranch, she’d likely be here a lot. At least helping with the rodeo school would give her something to do besides hover during the kids’ lessons.
He contemplated her a moment. What if she did help him? In the last two minutes alone, he’d seen that she knew way more about publicizing something than he did. Still, her fear of horses gave him pause.
“Perhaps I could give you riding lessons, too. I mean, if you’re helping me with the promotion.”
She straightened, her shoulders rigid, her expression pinched. “That’s highly doubtful, Mr. Stephens.”
Her quick response almost made him laugh. Because there was nothing he enjoyed more than a good challenge. And getting Lily comfortable around horses was a huge one.
Of course, he also knew when to loosen the reins. “Okay, then I will take you up on your offer, on one condition.”
One perfectly arched brow lifted in question.
“That you call me Noah. Mr. Stephens is my dad.”
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