Page 83 of Broken Trust
I roll my bottom lip between my teeth as he examines the shirt.
“Oh wow.” His eyes light up. “You have got to be kidding me. Bryce Raintree?”
I drop my face into my hands and groan. “Oh God.”
“You’re a Bryce Raintree fangirl?”
My head snaps up. “I am not.”
He laughs. “You absolutely are.”
“I am a rodeo fan,” I correct.
“Uh-huh.”
“It’s true. I love the rodeo. I love the animals. The cowboys. The arenas. And I love watching all the events.”
“Sure you do.”
I shove his shoulder. “I got this shirt in Cheyenne seven years ago.”
“Seven?”
“Yes.”
“Long before I ever met Bryce. Long before Charli started dating him. Long before any of this,” I say, gesturing around us.
Axle nods thoughtfully. “Sounds exactly like something a fangirl would say.”
I gasp. “You are the worst.”
The sunset paints gold across his face as he teases me.
For a moment, I forget to breathe.
He’s so annoyingly handsome. I’ve spent the last week pretending I didn’t notice. But there’s no denying it.
All the Trust boys are, but Axle’s smile makes my pulse race.
His eyes meet mine, and his smile slips. Like he can read my thoughts.
Neither of us looks away.
Neither of us speaks.
And suddenly, all I can hear is my own heartbeat.
Then he clears his throat. “So …”
I blink. “So …”
He lifts his mug. “When I win the world championship—”
My eyebrows rise. “When. Not if? Awfully cocky there, aren’t you, cowboy?”
He shrugs. “Confident.”
I roll my eyes.
