“We have enough room for a few more without any additions. Although we might need to convert two stalls into a birthing stall since we only have one.”
He shrugged. “They haven’t mentioned it to me either. I just thought it would give us something to talk about.”
They pulled up to the hotel’s front door. “I reserved rooms for us,” Chase said. “I’ll pay and Marshall and Damaris will pay me back.”
“Rooms?”
“Didn’t you want a room to yourself?”
“Of course,” she said, though truthfully, she was torn. Yes, it was better this way but to have Chase be so close. God, how tempting was that?
She’d thought a lot about the two of them since they broke up. Daily, in fact. And tonight, after spending the day and evening with Chase, she realized something. Chase was nothing like Phil. Chase was interested in her thoughts and ideas. Phil never had been. Her ex hadn’t really wanted to be tied down to one woman. He’d wanted that free and easy rodeo life and instead he’d wound up committed to her. And he’d been too chickenshit to break it off. Instead he’d convinced her to do it. But he’d thought she’d stick around, waiting for him to change his mind. Then when he found out she was serious about leaving Amarillo he’d had second thoughts. But it was far too late by then.
All this time she’d been blaming the rodeo for the problems she’d had with Phil. Maybe the problem wasn’t the rodeo, it was the man.
