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her safe. Janie had the boys, feeding them cookies and drying their tears. He was going in search of Willow to see if she needed help with anything, and knowing she would probably say that she didn’t. She had a way of handling things.
    Country music blared from the office at the end of the barn. Clint peeked around the corner of the office door. She wasn’t there. An empty soda can sat on her desk, along with the wrapper from a chocolate bar, more than one. He smiled, thinking of her sitting there with music blaring, eating chocolate. What did that do for women?
    So much for the calm, cool facade that she’d fooled them with in the bull-riding world. He now knew her weakness. Ms. Calm-Cool-and-Collected ate chocolate and didn’t like to share her personal space.
    That knowledge didn’t help him out a bit. He was definitely in her personal space, and with no way out.
    He found her in the arena, standing on a platform above a bull and strapping a training dummy to his back while she talked into the headset of her cell phone. Her brows drew together, and her lips tightened into a frown.
    Obviously bad news.
    He approached from her side, making sure she knew he was heading her way. She nodded and turned away, maybe to open the chute for the bull, maybe to avoid him. The gate on the chute opened, and the bull turned to face out, encouraged by the woman above his chute. A teenager, slight, and quick on his feet, stood in the arena, keeping the bull in a spin.
    â€œLooks good. How old?” Clint leaned against the post next to Willow.
    Her hand slid up her ear.
    â€œI’m sorry?” She smiled.
    â€œThe bull looks good. How old is he?”
    â€œHe’s two. I’m not sure if he’s going to make it. He doesn’t like to buck.”
    â€œDo you need my help? I can open the gate, strap on the dummy?”
    A pointed look at his shoulder. “I don’t think you should.”
    â€œGot it.” Help not needed. He had to find his place here. He had to apologize. “I’m sorry about the boys this morning.”
    â€œThey were being boys, Clint. They’re fine.” She leaned against the rail of the scaffolding next to the chute where the next bull was waiting. Her expression softened, because it was about two little boys. “How are they, though?”
    â€œThey’re okay.” He remembered their tears when Jenna left, and his own. They were all fine. And scared. “At least they’re here with me. We’ll get through.”
    â€œIf I can help…”
    â€œYou have.”
    Another one of those looks he didn’t understand, and shadows in her blue eyes that could probably convince a man that she needed to be held. But he knew better than to step into her life. There was a world of difference between them.
    She was designer clothes and gourmet meals. He was fast foodand the clearance rack at Wal-Mart. And he liked his life. For the moment he looked a lot happier with this discount life than she looked with her top-drawer existence.
    She turned away from him to watch the bull come out of the chute and then she shook her head. “Brian, run him through the gate, and we’ll get him something to eat. Bring Wooly in next.”
    â€œWillow, if I’m going to live here, I really want to help out.”
    â€œHave you been to the doctor yet?” She shot a pointed look at his shoulder, his arm still in a sling.
    â€œNot yet. It’s an injury I’ve had before, and I know what to do.”
    â€œSo, you’ll be ready to ride bulls at the next event. Or are you going to call and let them know that you’ll be a no-show.”
    â€œYou know I can’t do that and stay on tour.”
    â€œThen go to the doctor. If you can’t afford…”
    â€œI can afford it.”
    He sure didn’t need insults and charity.
    â€œI’m sorry.” She picked up the training dummy that Brian had tossed onto the