“That’s the next ride. You got a problem with that, princess?” Linc goads.
Always the shit-stirrer.
“Call me that again and you’ll get my Ariat shoved up your ass.”
He grins.
She scowls.
I intervene. “I haven’t been on a bull in weeks.”
Linc scoffs. “Yeah, weeks, not months. It’s like riding a bike. You’ll get right back on and do fine. We can get you into the arena tomorrow, and you’ll have five days to get comfortable again before we leave.”
Mo’s hand finds my arm. “Tomorrow?”
I cover her hand with mine and look at Linc. “I’ll let you know.”
“Your call, brother.” He slides from the booth and tosses money on the table—enough to cover all the food and leave a decent tip. “I’m outta here. Nice to meet you, Monroe. And it was good to see you, man. Can’t wait to have you back.”
I scoot out of the booth and give him a one-armed hug. “We’ll talk soon.”
I turn to Mo. “You ready?” She takes my hand, letting me help her out of the booth.
We make it halfway to the door before I get stopped.
Monroe
“Oh my God, you’re Rhett Allen.”
Before my eyes, Rhett transforms into a version of himself I’ve yet to experience. He releases my hand, positions himself in front of the stunning blonde, and gives her the same smile he has when he’s trying to get me naked.
“I thought that was you, but I wasn’t sure. I’m a huge fan. My daddy has been following your career for several years.”
She bats her big doe eyes, and I fight the urge to rip out her extensions.
“Thank you,” Rhett says. “I appreciate the support.”
She pulls a pen from her purse, along with a piece of paper. “Would you mind signing this for me?”
“Anything for you.”
She blushes, fluttering her eyelashes as he scrawls his name.
Just when I think we’re clear, Barbie’s friend steps up.
“Can I have your autograph too?”
“Sure.” Rhett smiles at the redhead while Barbie steps to the side. He scribbles his name across the paper and hands it back.
“Can we get a picture with you?” she asks, smiling coyly.
It’s a look he’s probably gotten from women hundreds of thousands of times, but it’s a look I instantly hate. I’m right here, bitch!
“Absolutely,” Rhett says.
Red pulls her phone out of her purse and hands it to Barbie. Rhett drapes an arm around her shoulder and flashes his mega-white smile, then repeats the process with the other woman. When Barbie steps away, she hands Rhett a napkin. I can’t see what it says, but I wasn’t born yesterday. He looks at the napkin and stuffs it into his pocket.
Oh no he didn’t just put her goddamn phone number in his pocket!