Rodeo Dreams by Sarah M. Anderson

Author:Sarah M. Anderson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2014-10-15T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

THE BULL WAS trying to shake him off. Its body wrenched from side to side like Travis was an irritating fly—nothing more. He scrambled on the bull’s back, dragging his hands down the neck, trying to find something to hold on to—anything to keep from being ground into the dirt. God, he thought, the bull’s thick skin sliding away from his grip, please don’t let this happen again.

The shaking got stronger and he lost his grip. He was going down, and after that, the pain was just a matter of degrees. He made a new deal with God. Just let June be there when I wake up. He couldn’t face being alone again.

The shaking rolled him onto his back. The bull disappeared but the feeling only got stronger—it was centered on his shoulder now. “Travis.” June’s voice was right against him now, her warm hand on his face. “Get up. Now.”

With a start, Travis sat up. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

June scrambled off the bed, scooping up her clothes. She looked scared. Immediately, Travis was six-cups-of-coffee awake. No way, no how was he going to let anything scare his woman.

“Someone’s here.”

“Huh?” He cocked his head to one side at the sound of someone banging on his door. He looked at the clock. 4:15 a.m.

“Damn,” she whispered, the color draining from her face. “Now what?”

Not a dream. She was terrified. But of what? He wouldn’t let anyone hurt her. She had to realize that. Maybe...she just didn’t want to get caught with him?

“Bathroom,” he heard himself say as he scooted off the bed. Damn it, his pistol was in the glove box in the truck. Adrenaline dumped into his blood. Whatever it took, he’d do it, so long as she was safe.

“Travis!” The sound of his name being yelled was almost drowned out by the pounding on the camper door that shattered the dead quiet. “Wake up, man! I know you’re in there!”

Travis managed to get back into his shorts as the pounding continued unabated. By the time he got to the door, he felt close to normal—like a man who’d gotten lucky and then gotten up way, way too early the next morning.

“Open up, hoss!”

Well, he grumbled as he moved the curtains to see Red Willis’s ugly mug grinning at him, not that lucky.

But lucky enough.

He glanced back again. It was dark; the bathroom door was mostly shut, and the light was off. He couldn’t see June at all. Which was good, but left him with that sense of the unreal again.

He opened the door. “What the hell do you— Oof!” He wasn’t ready for Red to come stumbling into him, the smell of beer and barf masking the chew. The combination knocked him back several feet before he found his balance. “Damn, man!”

“Alone again, ain’t you?” Red didn’t wait for the confirmation. He collapsed in a heap and looked under the table, and then crawled on his hands and knees up into the bedroom. His stinking body took up the whole damn aisle.

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