Chapter Thirty-Four
Epilogue
December – National Finals Rodeo, Las Vegas
Colt checked the tape on his arm a final time before slipping into his shirt. Chaos raged around him, but his focus was laser tight.
“Here, let me,” Lydia said softly. “Shut your eyes and see your ride. I’ll finish the buttons.”
He snaked a hand around her neck. “Kiss first, wife,” he growled. He’d swear on a stack of bibles her kisses had added thousands to his earnings this year. Something about the way the energy ripped through his body when her mouth went soft under his. It kept him hyper-aware, perfectly balanced, like he was one with his ride.
“You’re gonna be late,” she laughed breathlessly when he pulled away.
“They’re not gonna send Candy Corn out into the arena without me, darlin’. Now button me up an
