Champion

- Rhett -

Kip: Stop googling yourself. That's my job. You just wear the Wranglers and ride the bulls.

Rhett: This is the worst fatherly advice you've ever given me.

Kip: Just do what Summer says, you'll be fine. Don't stress. We got this.

Rhett: Stop being nice to me. It's fucking weird. And your daughter is a pain in my ass.

Kip: Don't be such a pussy, Eaton.

Rhett: Better. Thank you.

"Rhett!" Some girls are gathered right by the exit of the ring where I ditch my helmet and place the brown cowboy hat back on my head. I recognize a few. The rest... well, I recognize the type. "Hell of a ride," one says, biting her lip in a very intentional way.

"Thanks," I say and keep walking. Not in the mood to stop for them.

Lame as it sounds, part of what I love about this gig is the attention I get for being good at something. It makes me feel like I have something to offer, like people are invested in me. And not just riding my dick to say they did.

Because as close as I am to my dad and brothers, none of them have ever taken my job seriously. It's more like they're all waiting for me to outgrow it. To grow up. And I hate that.

I grit my teeth as I walk through the staging area toward one of the locker rooms. The splash of heat burning on my cheeks. One of the best rides of my life, and the crowd gave me a fucking golf clap. I swear I could feel their disdain for me.

Except for Summer. That woman surprises me at every turn. I can't figure out what to make of her. I thought I had her pegged as a smug little princess, but I'm second-guessing that assessment more every day.

"Rhett!"

I start at the voice, and wince when pain shoots down from my shoulder. I said I wouldn't stop, but I'll stop for Summer.

I stop because there's no avoiding her. She's relentless, and she's really fucking nice. Which makes me feel like a total dick for being growly at her.

Turning stiffly, I see her petite form striding toward me like a splash of color in a sea of concrete, dirt, and brown fence panels. She's paired her dark yellow sweater with a flowing skirt covered in some sort of flower print and a pair of high-heeled boots. Her leather jacket and purse are slung over her arm, and her heels click against the concrete, drawing attention from all sides.

She carries herself like royalty, oblivious to the side-eye she's getting from the people back here. Especially the buckle bunnies hanging around by the gates.

"That was..." Her dark eyes go wide, sparkling like stars, and those cherry lips pop open wordlessly. "Just incredible. I think my heart is still racing."