Reunited with the Bull Rider

by Christine Wenger

“Shower and shave?” he asked.

  “Might be a good idea since you are going to be on television.”

  “I remember now.” He adjusted his crutches to get up from the chair. “They are doing a segment on bull riding.”

  “Here’s some more news, Reed. I am now your personal assistant, too. In addition to my other duties here in your father’s office, I am supposed to ‘facilitate your recovery,’ according to your agent and Luke.” There was an incredulous tone to her voice, like she couldn’t believe she had to add Reed’s circumstances to her original duties. “Also, Mr. Kessler is worried that you keep missing your appointments and public appearances. And you are supposed to keep your leg elevated. I also have to make sure you make the appearances that your agent arranged. Sounds like a contradiction. And I’ll be getting paid extra.”

  “Then I’ll make it worth your while!”

  “Don’t even think about it,” she said. “But tell me about your knee.”

  “The medical staff think that my meniscus might heal on its own. I’ll need surgery if it doesn’t.”

  “Then you’ll have to keep it up whenever possible. Now, go and take a shower, and make it quick. And if it sounds like I’m nagging you, it’s because I am!”

  Reed saluted her. “Yes, ma’am.”

  He hated being laid up, but he was getting a kick out of the fact that she agreed to look out for him. “I’m getting back to the PBR as soon as I can. The Beaumont brothers have the first three slots tied up. I can’t stay on the injured list for any length of time or some young rider will take my place.”

  “I hear you, but first things first. I’ll get you to the TV station, since you can’t drive with a torn meniscus.”

  “Yes, ma’am.” He tweaked his hat with his thumb and forefinger, and crutched to his room, where he’d tossed his duffel bag.

  After pulling out clean clothes, he went to the bathroom off the bedroom he would forever think of as his. He shucked off his clothes and adjusted the shower water until it was just lukewarm.

  No matter how far away he was, he always wanted a home to come back to, and the Beaumont Ranch was the place. For some reason, it felt even more like home with Callie here.

  And if it wasn’t for Amber, they would have lost the ranch completely in a tax auction. Thankfully, Amber had made it a point to go to a PBR event and told Luke that he’d better get back and rescue the ranch, not only from the auction block but from the damage that Hurricane Daphne had done eighteen months prior.

  Luke had contacted Jesse and Reed, and the “Three Musketeers” sprang into action and sank every penny they received from their bull-riding winnings into fixing up the ranch.

  Reed took the fastest shower of his life. He got dressed, grabbed his crutches and went back to Big Dan’s study, where he found Callie hard at work.

  * * *

  CALLIE’S HEART DID a little leap in her chest when she looked up and saw Reed in the study.

  His hair was sticking up in places and it was still wet. He looked...gorgeous.

  He wore a long-sleeved baby blue shirt that stretched across his muscled chest.

  “So, you’re my new personal assistant?” He grinned, then winked.

  “Don’t go all juvenile on me.”

  “But we’ll have fun,” Reed said.

  “Don’t bug me, Reed.”

  “Is that a challenge?” he asked.

  “It’s a fact.”

  “We’ll see about that, Miss Callie. We’ll see.”

  Callie couldn’t help peeking as Reed walked to the front door. That cowboy could really work a pair of jeans, even on crutches. No wonder the buckle bunnies were always after him. Reed was one hunk of a man.

  But she wasn’t interested. Her past love life was like a soap opera and she was canceling the show. She didn’t want to think about her past relationships now, if ever.

  Callie found her car keys in the deep recesses of her purse and held the door open so Reed could crutch through. His aftershave wafted around her. Pine and leather. Strong scents. Strong, like Reed.

  No. She wasn’t going to think things like that. He was just a client, not boyfriend material. He hadn’t been after high school and nothing had changed. In fact, she was even more wary of getting involved with yet another man.

  Callie was just tired of putting effort into another relationship. She was tired, just plain tired.

  Reed’s magnetism was lethal and, therefore, Callie had to be extra cautious. She had to reinforce that wall around her and wear a Kevlar vest to protect her heart.

  They both slid into her ancient SUV and Callie turned the key. It started with a moan and a groan, but it started. She patted the dashboard. “Good job, Ruby.”

  “Ruby?” Reed asked as she aimed the vehicle toward the long exit out of the ranch.

  “It used to be red, but now it’s mostly faded to pink. I should call it Pinky.”

  He grinned. “I’m guessing that it’s about ten years old.”

  “Close. It’s twelve years old.”

  He chuckled. “You really should put it out of its misery.”

  “Then what do I drive?” she asked.

  “Another car. Maybe something newer.”

  “When you find a money tree, let me know where it is.”

  “Oh, I see. Sorry.” Reed was quiet for quite a while before he started talking again.

  “Callie, I’ll never forget the day and night of our senior prom. I loved taking you and showing you off. And at graduation, when you were valedictorian, your speech was a pitch for the graduates to stay in Beaumont and make it bigger and better. I liked that.”

  “I figure that only about one-third of them moved. I’ve kept track throughout the years. Some even returned.”

  Reed snapped his fingers. “Let’s throw a reunion. We can have it at the practice arena on the ranch. I’ll order some tents. It’d be great to see everyone.”

  “You want to have a party on the same spot where you practice riding bulls?”

  “Yeah. I don’t have any practice bulls here yet, if it’s the manure you’re thinking of.”

  Callie couldn’t plan a party right now. She had enough work to do being the personal assistant to the Beaumonts. “Um, uh...maybe when I have everything organized, having a reunion is something to think about.”

  “Don’t you ever have fun, Callie?”

  “Basically...no. Not since high school. I’ve been juggling many balls in the air. I have responsibilities and obligations.”

  “Responsibilities and obligations? Sounds serious.”

  “It is. They are.” She decided to change the subject because she sounded like such a dud. Maybe she was, but such was life. “I liked the prom. If I remember correctly, Tiffany McGrath, head cheerleader, was the prom queen and you were king.”

  “I wonder what Tiff is doing now.”

  “She lives on Maple Street and has three kids. She married Josh Nelson. Remember how everyone called him Nerdy Nelson? He’s not. He’s a full-time investment broker and a volunteer firefighter. Tiff has her own gift shop on Main Street—Gifts by Tiff.”

  “Tiff had dreams of working for the United Nations. She was studying three languages.” He shook his head. “She wanted to move out of Beaumont and go to a big city.”

  “Things change, Reed. People change. She told me that she wanted to raise her family in Beaumont.”

  “That’s nice.” He paused, as if he were thinking, then asked, “Do you ever regret not going to New York?”

  “Maybe, but here I have responsibilities and—”

  “Obligations,” Reed finished.

  “Yes.”

  She couldn’t leave if she wanted to. She was entrenched in Beaumont, and her mother had her own local doctors who’d saved her from breast cancer ten years ago, and she hoped they�
�d be able to do it again now.

  Her twin brothers would be leaving for college soon, but Beaumont was where they loved to be right now—in the small bungalow on Elm that she’d bought for them. Well, the bank owned it, but as long as she kept working as hard as she had been and kept up with the taxes and the monthly payments, no one would ever evict them again.

  Never.

  “Is the TV station still on Wells Avenue?” Reed asked.

  “Yes. And we’re cutting the time short. You won’t have much time to prepare.”

  “I’ve done a million of these things. I don’t need to prepare. ‘Reed, what made you become a bull rider?’ I’ll answer, ‘I love the adrenaline rush and the friends that I’ve made. And being with my brothers is another reason why I love riding. To love what you’re doing and make money doing it...well, it doesn’t get any better than that.’”

  Callie chuckled. “I guess you don’t need to prepare after all.”

  “If he asks me that question first, I’ll buy us coffee.”

  “If he asks you that first, I’ll buy us lunch,” Callie said in a moment of exuberance she hadn’t felt in a long time. Goofy bets with Reed had been some of the best times of her teen years, and no one else she’d dated since he’d left had made her laugh like he had.

  Callie parked in front of the station and they both hurried into the lobby, where Reed was whisked away to the booth. Callie was directed to a viewing room, where she settled into a comfy chair.

  The announcer nodded to Reed. “With us is champion bull rider Reed Beaumont. Reed, tell the audience why you decided to ride bulls.”

  Reed looked at Callie through the window of the booth, grinned and winked. Then he launched into his memorized speech.

  Callie enjoyed watching him. He was in his element, casual and charming, informative and humble. She could tell he was excited about all aspects of bull riding and appreciated the PBR.

  She used to be that excited about studying advertising and marketing. The internet had made everything so exciting. Besides, facts and figures were her strong suit, and developing spreadsheets was exhilarating. And who didn’t adore pie charts?

  She studied Reed. He was sitting on a chair with wheels and his left arm was up in the air. Callie could hear how he was retelling one of his rides on Cowabunga, his nemesis.

  Reed’s face was animated; his now sapphire eyes were twinkling—it was clear he simply loved the sport.

  Then his interview was over and he stared at his crutches for a few seconds before he picked them up. She was probably the only one who noticed the slump of his shoulders and the droop at the corners of his mouth when he looked at them.

  He wanted to be riding bulls. Even Beaumont probably ran second place to his love of riding bulls.

  “Callie, do you want to grab that lunch you owe me? I’m famished. It’s on me because you drove me here.”

  “It’s on me. I lost the bet. Besides, I don’t need any payback.”

  “I know, but I’d like to treat you.”

  She smiled. “I really should get back to work.”

  “You pick the place,” Reed said as if he hadn’t heard her.

  “If you like Italian food, I’d suggest Poppa Al’s Restaurant on Main and Willow.”

  “Sounds great.” He moved, but his crutches didn’t. She could see the pain register on his face and how it hurt when his right leg bore some weight.

  They walked toward Callie’s SUV. “I’m hoping that this thing heals fast because I keep my rank.” He stopped walking and turned to her. “Okay, who’s your favorite rider?”

  “Probably your brother Luke,” she lied. “He can ride anything with hair.”

  Reed put his hands over his heart. “I’m wounded.”

  “Yes, you are.” She pointed to his leg, then aimed the key fob at her ancient SUV to unlock it. Sometimes it worked; sometimes it didn’t. Today it didn’t, so she unlocked the driver’s side manually and leaned over to open the passenger side for Reed.

  “You need to let your knee heal. You shouldn’t have done that interview.”

  Reed sighed. “Rick said it’d be good publicity for us and for the PBR. I was committed to it.”

  “Committed to it? You didn’t even remember—”

  “That’s why I need a personal assistant, Callie. I got so much on my mind.”

  “By going back to riding too soon, wouldn’t you be jeopardizing your life? I mean, if you have a knee injury that hasn’t healed yet, when your ride is over, can you hurry and run away before the bull pounds you into the dirt?” Callie asked.

  “I might be a little slow getting away.”

  “Then you are jeopardizing the lives of the bullfighters whose job it is to protect you.”

  He paused for a while. “I’ll give them a heads-up. But you have to remember that almost every bull rider rides with injuries.”

  “I suppose so, Reed, but I hate to see you hurt.”

  “It almost sounds like you care.”

  “Yeah, I care. I do. I don’t want to see any of you riders hurt.”

  Reed put his hand on her shoulder and left it there for several beats. Her mouth suddenly went dry and her heart pounded in her ears.

  She steeled herself and sternly reminded her heart that she’d had four serious relationships that never ended at the altar for various reasons.

  And she was counting Reed, too. He’d been the first one.

  Callie didn’t want Reed touching her, even if it was on top of a blouse and a sleeveless plaid vest. She’d sworn off men.

  She was going to ignore him as best as she could while working in his house. She had to clean up Big Dan’s study and, by doing so, referrals to her business would soar.

  She could pay her mortgage, maybe pay it off sooner that she needed to. Maybe she could even buy a bigger house.

  And she could pay medical bills, her mother’s medical bills from her recent cancer treatments and her brothers’ from their sports injuries.

  It seemed like a good plan. She’d just have to stay away from Reed and all the distractions that came with him.

  Easy, right?

  Chapter Two

  Reed wondered why Callie seemed so nervous.

  When he’d put his hand on her shoulder, he’d thought she was going to jump as high as Cowabunga.

  He’d just felt as if he’d known her forever, which was true. He remembered her shyness that first day of school at the huge building his ancestor Charlie Beaumont had erected for grades kindergarten through twelve. Everyone growing up in Beaumont went to that brick monstrosity on the hill. The next nearest school was in Waterville, a three-hour drive away.

  That first day, Callie had clung to the wall like a coat of paint. Reed had taken her hand and led her to a seat because, as a member of the First Family of Beaumont, that’s what he did.

  Reed wondered if Callie remembered that.

  They’d kept a friendship brewing until a month before high school ended. They’d been inseparable that short summer until he’d left for the PBR.

  He’d gone on the circuit; she’d stayed.

  Could they pick up where they’d left off?

  That was unrealistic. That bull had left the chute.

  Callie never talked much about her problems. However, gossip had swirled when the story about her father taking up with a rich, older woman, Tish Holcomb, and leaving his family with a lot of credit card debt got around town.

  In contrast, Reed’s life was an open book. He was usually in the spotlight due to his world ranking with the PBR. To him, there wasn’t a question that was off-limits, other than the name of who he was dating.

  There were always a lot of women hanging around him whenever he went out or whenever he was autographing. Truth be told, he’d rarely dated. He was too busy keeping his rank. Every minute o
f his life was devoted to becoming a better bull rider.

  He loved traveling with his brothers on the circuit—they had a lot of laughs and traded riding tips—but he definitely wanted to win the PBR Finals. To expedite his goal, he jogged. He worked out. He rode practice bulls, and while other riders, including his little brother, Jesse, were partying, Reed was doing yoga and pushups in his hotel room.

  If he’d partied like Jesse, he couldn’t ride the next morning. Maybe it was because Jesse was two years younger.

  It was Reed’s turn to win the Finals. He wanted to get out from under Luke’s shadow. Maybe he’d catch a break and Luke wouldn’t return to the PBR after his honeymoon.

  No. He’d rather beat him fair and square.

  Luke was riding high. He’d married the woman of his dreams, Beaumont Sheriff’s Deputy Amber Chapman just after the World Finals in Vegas last November. With seven months of marriage under his belt, Luke was riding high with Amber.

  Reed constantly wondered when it would be his turn to fall in love with a special person, like Luke had. No matter how much he loved riding bulls, he’d give it all up in a heartbeat to start a family.

  He longed to model his kids’ childhoods with the one he’d had. He and his brothers had had the whole Beaumont Ranch as their playground. They’d ridden horses, bikes, ATVs and various ranch equipment. The cowboys who worked the ranch had told them stories about the “golden days” of the Beaumont Ranch.

  Those had been the carefree days...before his mother had died.

  When Valerie Lynn was kicked in the head by a horse over three years ago and died, his family had never been the same. His father, Big Dan, had developed an alcohol problem and was now a ghost of his former robust self.

  Big Dan hadn’t wanted the ranch repaired and fixed to the way it had been. He’d wanted it left the same as the second his beloved wife died. It had been left the same, until Hurricane Daphne hit soon after. Then Big Dan was about to lose the ranch to taxes.

  That was when the Three Musketeers had stepped in, pooled their money and become the owners of the ranch.

  He marveled at the comfortable silence between Callie and him. Any other woman would find it necessary to fill the quiet with mindless chatter.