Chapter Twenty-One
Dr. Mike’s diagnosis did nothing to put Lydia at ease. A shoulder injury could knock him out for the rest of the year, especially if surgery was involved. Worst? A severe shoulder injury could mean the end of his rodeo career. Brand ambassador for her boots be damned, after seeing him in his element – competing, interacting with the fans, giving interviews, she couldn’t imagine Colt doing anything else. The angry, self-destructive teenager she’d lost sleep over had grown into a self-actualized, confident spokesman not just for the brands he represented, but for rodeo itself.
She pulled out her phone and started searching for rodeo braces, amazed at how many sites came up. Her heart sank as she realized all the sites were for custom braces. “Doctor Mike, do you have any
