Chapter 20
Cowboys and Plowboys - Jon Pardi this was her horse, her parents’ cold, hard cash underfoot every time I swung a leg over that saddle.
“Let’s go get those entries squared away.” Finn drew me from my thoughts. “First round’s on us after that win.”
Grady perked up like a dog catching a whiff of fresh steak. “Well, now you’re talking! Let the meal train start rolling!”
“Yeah, you just keep riding our coattails, you bum,” I shot back, shoving his shoulder as we made our way out of the barn.
“Hey, I’ll be first in line kissing both your boot heels if you start raking in the real dough.”
Our laughter and trash talk carried across the dusty parking lot as we wove between the maze of trailers and rigs towards my truck.
Despite myself, I found my gaze scanning the crowd, searching unconsciously for any glimpse of Kinsley. But she was nowhere to be found, slipping through my grasp as easily as smoke between my fingers.
“Dude, I’m starving.” Grady groaned as we finally reached the truck. “Can we hit a buffet or something? I just want to eat for, like, five hours straight.”
“Best idea you’ve ever had,” I said, my stomach grumbling.