He refreshed the screen two more times. “I’m happy to have some cushion, but it’s…gosh, it can get close.” He refreshed it again.
“Legra?”
I whipped around to see Thompson standing awkwardly in front of the booth. “Thompson! Thank you so much for joining us, sir!”
Thompson reached around me to shake Colton’s hand. “Nash, that was one hell of a ride.”
Colton beamed and shook his hand. “Thank you, sir. Means a lot comin’ from you.”
“How’s it lookin’ for Vegas?”
Colton had put his phone back in his pocket, but I could tell he was dying to refresh the app again. “Lookin’ good, sir.”
“I’ve already got my tickets,” he said with a hint of a smile. “Excited to see your first ride in the big leagues.”
“Thank you, sir,” Colton said again, soaking in the compliment. “Seems like the business is doing well.”
Thompson glanced down at me. “She seems to know what she’s doin’, makes me work too hard though.”
I think Thompson and I had finally upgraded our relationship to friendship, or maybe cordial acquaintances. I smiled at him. “The hard work pays off, Thompson.” I spotted Dennis climbing behind the booth. “Speaking of which, would it be okay if we got some footage for your website? Where’s Mickey?”
Colton caught my hand and squeezed it. “I’m gonna talk to some brands, see you in a second?”
I squeezed his hand back. “Sure! Have fun.”
Billy dragged Mickey into the booth. We were finally going to get a professional picture of the board all together for the website.
Mr. Sterling was going to love it.
“Can you guys try to smile?” I pleaded.
They stood side by side, their hands in their pockets. Dennis had his usual huge grin, but Mickey and Thompson stared straight ahead.
“No,” Thompson said shortly.
I laughed to myself. “Okay, ready? One…two…three!”
I was going to send it to my website designer tonight, it was the perfect cover photo. “Thanks, guys. You’re free to go!”
I had hired some of their workers to run the booth, knowing I couldn’t keep them pinned in a booth in the middle ofa rodeo arena.
Thompson was already wandering away.
Something sharp pinched my arm. “I need to talk to you.”
I turned, grabbing my stinging skin.
A tiny woman with fiery red curly hair was an inch away from my face. She was wearing an orange pearl snap button-up and tight Wranglers. Her arms were crossed over her chest.
It was the girl who was sucking Colton’s neck when I tried to get his first interview.
My heart sank. I hadn’t thought of her since that moment.
Were they still dating? No. There was no way.
Right?
“Um, hi,” I tried to find my footing in this awkward stare-off we seemed to be having. “Can I help you?”
