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Ava bumped her knee to his. “That doesn’t count. He had no buddies. He just drove around killing people.”

“Maybe we’ll wanna kill each other after a few weeks on the road together.”

“Highly unlikely because we are gonna be the best friends in the history of the world.” She tacked on a fake smile. “How far is the bull riding boot camp?”

“About two and a half hours.”

Something occurred to her. “Will the people putting you up have a place for me to stay?”

“I’m sure we’ll figure something out.”

“But—”

Chase grabbed her hand again. “You wanted an adventure, Ava. Part of that is learning to go with the flow. Things ain’t always gonna be planned out to the letter. Can you do that?”

“I can try.”

Chapter Seven

Chase suspected Ava would chatter the entire way to the Bar 9. But she was absorbed with the scenery and writing in her notebook. Occasionally she’d ask a question, or make an observation. Since Chase spent the majority of his time on the road alone, he appreciated her company, but also long stretches of silence.

They’d gotten a later start than he’d planned. His folks had been pleased to see him. Especially after he gave them more information on his professional life and how he intended to get it back on track. Neither pointed out the errors of his previous ways, as they’d been prone to do in the past. Which was the first outward first indication they’d changed.

Chase about fell off his chair when his dad rose from the table to help his mom serve butterscotch cake. And he got a bit choked up when his father followed him out to his truck and talked about not allowing past mistakes to affect his future. How the true measure of a man was learning from those mistakes, not dwelling on them.

So Chase had been introspective when he dropped by Quinn and Libby’s. Five minutes with the rambunctious Adam cured that. The kid talked a mile a minute. Ran everywhere instead of walked. Barked a stellar dog impression. Then Adam was in his baby sister Amelia’s face, much to Amelia’s squealing delight. Amelia had grown so much since the last time he’d seen her, that once again Chase felt a pang of guilt for not being part of his niece and nephew’s lives.

After they’d dropped off Ava’s rental car in Spearfish, they grabbed a bite at McDonald’s. Chase had purposely chosen the always-busy restaurant as a test to see if anyone recognized Ava. A couple guys sent appreciative glances her direction, but that was it. Wearing workout clothes, her hair secured in a ponytail and a Devil’s Tower ball cap on her head, she looked nothing like a glamorous Hollywood actress. That was a mark of true beauty in Chase’s mind; dressed up or dressed down, Ava looked exactly the same—amazingly beautiful.

The landscape changed dramatically from the pine-tree-dotted hills, red clay and sweeping vistas. Here the land was flat until a deep rock-ridged canyon appeared. Scrub oak abounded, as did several different kinds of sage. The wooden snow fences scattered at random intervals, set at odd angles and varying heights, piqued Ava’s curiosity. Chase pointed out one covered in tumbleweeds and told her the patterns of blowing snow were predictable across the high plains desert, so the snow fences were permanent fixtures across Wyoming.

About ten miles to the turn-off to Gemma and Cash’s ranch, he said, “Almost there.”

Ava stowed her notebook and faced him. “You excited? Nervous?”

“Both. I’ve met Cash a few times over the years, but I don’t know him. My dad and uncles have dealt with Cash’s wife Gemma, but I don’t know her either. Here’s where it gets tricky. My cousin Carter is married to Macie, Cash’s daughter from a previous relationship.”

“I probably met Carter and Macie at Kane and Ginger’s wedding?”

“Probably. If there’s a family celebration, all the McKays are there.” Except for me.

“So this really is a friend of a friend of a friend situation for you? With the exception of your cousin?”

“Yeah.”

“That makes me feel better.”

Chase felt her studying him. “Tell me what’s on your mind, Hollywood.”

“You’re showing up with me. How do we explain that? I mean, would it be simpler if we told them we’re in a relationship?”

He’d considered that and shook his head. “Let’s tell them the truth. We’re friends, you’ve never been out West and I’m giving you insight you need for your project. In exchange, you’re helpin’ me out by taping my rides.”

“I thought that would be best too. Just don’t…ditch me, okay?”

Seeing her shy smile, and a glimpse of vulnerability, kicked some unknown instinct to protect her. And that confused the hell out of him. “I won’t ditch you, darlin’, but you’d better be prepared to spend a lot of time on the dirt.”

Chase turned down the gravel road leading to the ranch. When they parked in front of the house, dogs raced down the steps.

As soon as he climbed out of the truck, a boy skidded to a stop. He wore beat-up boots, dirty jeans and a huge, toothless grin. “Are you really Chase McKay?”

“Yep, I really am. Who are you?”

“Ryder Big Crow.”

Chase stuck out his hand. “Great to meet you, Ryder.”

Ryder shook his hand and wouldn’t let go. “I watch you every week on TV. I can’t believe you’re at my house!” He yelled, “Dad! Look who’s here!”

Cash ambled over. “I see that.” He offered his hand so Ryder had to relinquish Chase’s. “Good to see you, McKay.”

“Good to be here, Cash. I appreciate you fitting me in to your busy summer schedule.”

“No worries.” Cash’s gaze strayed and Chase knew what—who—had caught his attention.

Chase smiled at her approach. “Cash and Ryder Big Crow, this is my friend Ava. She’s here to help me out.”

Cash’s smile didn’t falter, but something passed through his eyes as he offered his hand. “Ava. Nice to meet you.”

“Man, my mama will be happy you’re here,” Ryder said. “She always complains there ain’t never enough girls.”

Ava laughed. “I can’t wait to meet her.”

“Let’s see about getting you two settled in the bunkhouse.”

“Come on, it’s this way,” Ryder said, taking off at a run.