Busting Loose by Kat Murray

Author:Kat Murray [Murray, Kat]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corp.
Published: 2013-10-29T16:00:00+00:00

“I’m going to assume you consider this a grand adventure or some crap like that.” Trace pulled into the parking lot of the arena. Bea’s back teeth rattled as he hit as many pot holes as he avoided on the rut-filled road to the back, where all the trailers were parked.

“I don’t—don’t think it’s—anything but me he—helping out. I wanted—wanted—oh for God’s sake!” She crossed her arms and stared straight ahead.

“Wanted what?”

She shook her head, pointing forward resolutely. This wasn’t a conversation to have when she was worried her back molars were going to slam together and shatter. Stupid road.

He laughed, but kept going.

Bea braced a hand on the dash, wrapping the other around the oh, shit bar. Through clenched teeth, she muttered, “If the airbag on this piece of junk deploys and breaks my nose, I will never forgive you. My face is my job.”

“Relax, this thing doesn’t have airbags.” She gaped at him, and he laughed harder. “Your job is answering phones at Morgan’s clinic, in case you forgot.”

“That’s my temporary job.” She loosened the grip on the bar long enough to roll her shoulders. “My real job is back in LA.”

“Which you haven’t really seemed to miss much. I mean, you talk about it, but you’re not making any moves to go back. Why is that, Bea-Bea?”

She stared straight ahead, watching the dust fly up and surround the truck in a fog.

Trace sighed and pulled the truck carefully into an open spot. “You trusted me with your riding, didn’t you? So why not trust me now with this?”

Because it was embarrassing. Failure was always embarrassing. She merely shrugged. Childish, so childish. But she couldn’t quite bring herself to admit, out loud, that her acting career was a flop anyway.

They didn’t get rid of actresses they liked by pushing their characters down elevator shafts. And the evil identical twin bit? Totally fell through.

Trace hopped out and went around the back to check on Lad. Bea opened the door and started to step out, stopping herself when she remembered. Time to put on the Wellies. She’d worn boots with her jeans, yes. But they were nice, not barn boots. So she quickly switched them for the appropriate pair and hopped down.

The smell hit her first. The overwhelming smell of horses and dry dust and, well, everything else that went along with horses. She dodged a pile of road apples—yuck—and watched Trace lead Lad around to stretch out his legs. “What should I do?”

“You can start unloading the tack, if you wouldn’t mind. I need to take him for a quick ride just to get the cobwebs kicked out. Plus, I want to check the layout of the area. Then I’ll go put him up.”

She started hauling the tack out from its secure place on the side of the trailer. There was a stable, which was where Trace said he would be sleeping tonight, with Lad. Apparently many of the stables came with cots for the cowboys. But she would take the trailer’s bunk.

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