Chapter Eleven
Colt stood and shook hands with the two ad-execs who’d flown in from L.A. with his boxer-brief sponsorship contract.
“We’re looking forward to working with you Mr. Kincaid,” the young woman Maria, obviously fresh out of college, said with a hint of star-struck awe. “C. Klein is thrilled to add a rodeo star to its athletic wear lineup.”
“Please. Call me Colt. I’m not much for formality.”
“Of course,” her boss, Alan answered smoothly. “Anything you need before we schedule the shoot, you let us know.”
He had half a mind to ask if they’d shoot him in Lydia’s boots.
“Thanks for the rodeo tickets last night,” Maria gushed. “I’ve never been to a rodeo before.”
Colt smiled benignly. “Well, if you’re gonna go to a rodeo, the National Western’s one of the best around. I’m just
