Excerpt of Montana Destiny by R.C. Ryan

When the bullhorn signaled that he’d met the qualifying
time, Wyatt struggled to gather his wits, waiting until the
bull was right alongside the gate before he freed his hand,
cutting himself loose. He flew through the air and over
the corral fence, landing in the dirt at Marilee Trainor’s
feet.

“My God! Don’t move.” She was beside him in the blink of
an eye, kneeling in the dirt, probing for broken bones.

Wyatt lay perfectly still, enjoying the feel of those
clever, practiced hands moving over him. When she moved
from his legs to his torso and arms, he opened his eyes to
narrow slits and watched her from beneath lowered lids.

She was the perfect combination of beauty and brains. He
could see the wheels turning as she did a thorough exam.
Even her brow, furrowed in concentration, couldn’t mar that
flawless complexion. Her eyes, the color of palest milk
chocolate, were narrowed in thought. Strands of red hair
dipped over one cheek, giving her a sultry look.

Satisfied that nothing was broken, she sat back on her
heels, feeling a moment of giddy relief. That was when she
realized he was staring.

She caught the smug grin on his lips. Her tone
hardened. “I get it. A showboat. I don’t have time to
waste on some silver-tongued actor.”

She started to stand but his hand shot out, catching her by
the wrist. “Sorry. That was really cheesy, but I couldn’t
resist teasing you.”

She stared down at his hand. Despite his smile she could
feel the strength in his grip. If he wanted to, he could
no doubt break her bones with a single snap. But she
wasn’t concerned with his strength; only with the heat his
touch was generating. She felt the tingle of warmth all
the way up her arm. It alarmed her more than she cared to
admit.

“Want to grab a bite to eat? After the last rider is done,
of course.”

“Sorry. I’ll be heading home.”

“Why, thanks for the invitation. I’d be happy to join you.
We could take along pizza from one of the vendors.”

She looked him up and down. “I go home alone.”

“Sorry to hear it.” He gave her a dangerous, heart-
stopping grin. “You’re missing out on a really fun
evening.”