He was a bachelor, but definitely not eligible. Heâd once heard nothing was as bad as your first love gone south. The hurt of it was something you never forgot. Jen was smart, beautiful, socially accepted, the kind of woman a guy like him wasnât supposed to have. And heâd found out he couldnât have her.
âIâm glad Jenâs okay. I wish her all the best in her life,â he said. âI donât hold a grudge, Taylor.â
âIâm glad,â she said fervently. âI wish my dad could see you now. What a success you are.â
Would he be such a success if Zach had lived? He liked to think the rivalry made them both better and that he would have beaten Zach Adams. The only thingheâd ever wanted was to be number one, fair and square. Now he would never know.
âI heard your dad passed away.â
She nodded. âHeart attack. A little over a year ago.â
âIâm sorry.â
She nodded. âHe wasnât a hard man. In fact just the opposite.â
âIf you say so.â
âHe just had trouble showing his feelings. Even with Jen and I. It was his way of building character. But he never missed a school or sporting event. I donât think he disliked rodeo as much as he worried about me participating.â
âYou knew him better than I did.â
âYouâre right. And he would be glad youâre so successful.â
âYeah. And pigs can fly,â he scoffed.
âItâs true. In fact, you remind me a lot of him.â
âThemâs fightinâ words,â he said.
She cocked her head to the side and her eyes twinkled. âDid you just make a joke?â
âIf it gets out Iâll deny it. And wherever he is, I donât think your dad would take kindly to you comparing me to him. Youâll be dodging lightning bolts if youâre not careful.â
âGo ahead. Make fun of me. But he wasnât a man to let on that he cared about the people in his life. It was only okay to be openly emotional about the ranch. I think you hide your softer side like that, too.â
âI used to. When I was younger. But I had a lot to prove back then.â
She slid him a speculative, appraising look. âSo what does your softer side care about?â
âLike I saidârodeo.â It was safe to care about that.It was business and only as personal as he cared to get about anything.
âSo youâre not really back to prove something?â she asked, looking as if she could see something he couldnât.
He shook his head. âIâm here to make sure there are championships. Thatâs all.â
He still wasnât sure why heâd agreed to Devâs suggestion that he fill in as commissioner. Heâd meant to say no and the next thing he knew, heâd agreed.
âObviously you know Iâm interested in having it here?â
He nodded. âDev Hart told me. Weâve kept in touch. I suppose you already know that he took over the stock business from his dad.â
Taylor nodded. âWe still feed and take care of some of his rodeo animals.â
âThatâs right,â he said, feeling as if a video in his head was replaying pictures. More to himself than her he said, âI used to work at the gas station in town to earn the ten bucks a ride your dad charged to let me practice on the bulls. Thatâs how I first met your sister,â he added, then kicked himself.
He thought heâd forgotten all that. Was it the familiar surroundings bringing it all back?
âSo what did you and Dev talk about?â she asked, ignoring the personal and turning the conversation back to business.
Fine with him, Mitch thought. He needed to end this stroll down memory lane. âDev supplies prime stock to local rodeos as well as events all over the country. When I asked him if he had any suggestions for a site to hold the championships, he suggested the Circle