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the watchful eyes of both Aaron and Skeeter, she left.
    Would he text or just forget all about her number in his phone?
    It wasn’t lost on Riley that she wasn’t even down the hallway yet after leaving him, and she was already waiting, worrying if he’d text or call. She sighed. It was going to be a long break. Riley pocketed her insecurities along with her phone and prepared to face tonight’s drive.

Chapter Two
    “What’d she want?” Aaron asked when Riley had left the room.
    “Nothing. Just to say good ride.” Skeeter wasn’t about to tell Aaron she’d also put her number in his phone in case they’d be at the same touring pro events.
    There’d be nothing but teasing for the rest of the night from Aaron if Skeeter had told him. She hadn’t meant anything by it anyway. He knew that for certain. It was just Riley being nice and feeling sorry for him.
    Just what Skeeter wanted from the cutest female in the entire arena—pity. Not that it mattered, because Riley was also just about the most off-limits girl in the arena, thanks to Butch. Skeeter could wonder what her long reddish-brown hair would look like if she ever took that braid out and let it loose. He could catch her big green-blue gaze once in a while, but none of that mattered because that was as far as it would go. Getting caught even looking at Riley earned any rider who dared risk it a hell of a glare from Butch.
    “She damn well had better say at least that.” Aaron let out a snort. “It was her daddy’s bull who bucked you off and got you thrown off the tour.”
    Skeeter couldn’t blame the bull, or Riley’s father. That responsibility sat squarely on his own shoulders. He may not know why he was riding like crap, but it was nothing to do with the bull or Butch. Skeeter couldn’t pass the buck or lay the blame on anyone or anything other than himself.
    Best to change the subject. “So what’s up?”
    “I thought you might want to hit up a bar tonight.”
    “And do what? Drown my sorrows in booze?”
    Aaron laughed. “Yeah, I guess. And take advantage of the fact neither one of us has to ride tomorrow. We can stay out late and come home shitty, and it won’t matter if we’re hung over.”
    That was all true. They didn’t have to ride the next day. But the big difference was that Aaron didn’t have to ride tomorrow because this pro tour was going on a break, as opposed to Skeeter who didn’t have to ride because he was no longer good enough to.
    Depressed all over again, Skeeter shook his head. “Nah. Thanks anyway.”
    “Come on. It’ll be fun.”
    Skeeter wasn’t in the mood for fun. “You go. I’ll be fine in the room alone.”
    A frown knit Aaron’s dark brows. “But why go sit in the room alone? I spotted a couple of girls who were hanging out by the rails. I mentioned the bar and they said they’d be up for some partying later.”
    Skeeter had seen the two girls who’d been hanging over the rail talking to Aaron and neither one was his type. Skeeter wasn’t opposed to a woman who took pride in her body. Wasn’t opposed to enjoying that body a bit himself. But he’d rather she didn’t flash her assets to everyone in the arena by wearing clothes so skimpy they showed more than they covered.
    He wrinkled his nose. “I’m pretty tired. If you drop me at the hotel you can take the truck and go out with them.”
    “They said they have a car here, so I’m sure they can drive me over and home later.” Aaron continued to look at Skeeter, pinning him with his stare. “I really think you’d feel better if you came out. It’ll take your mind off it. And they’re both really hot.”
    He doubted he’d feel better about his career being in the toilet no matter how hot Aaron thought these girls were. “Thanks, but I really am tired.”
    Aaron let out a breath. “A’ight. I’ll see you back at the room later.”
    “Okay. Have fun.” Skeeter didn’t have to tell Aaron to have a good time. Aaron was heading out on