One Rodeo Season. Sarah M. Anderson

she didn’t know what she wanted to say. Something that wasn’t bitchy or dazed, something that said that they were friends.

      “I mean, you were good tonight. In the rodeo.” Ugh, that was not any better. “I mean...”

      He saved her from death by embarrassment. “Thanks.” Then he was gone, walking off into the night.

      Lacy fired up the truck. Dinner. She’d go get some dinner.

      For the first time in a long time, she was hungry.