Beauty and the Bull Rider (Hotel Rodeo #3)(4)

Delaney, however, seemed gun-shy as ever even eight years later. Their paths had crossed a few times over the past years, but no matter how hard he tried, she always turned a cold shoulder, as if her marriage break-up was somehow Zac’s fault. He understood in part, but wished she’d give him a chance. So far that hadn’t happened.

“All right. I admit I brought that shit on myself,” Ty said. “But that doesn’t give her the right to rub my nose in it for the rest of my life. You know that’s what she’s trying to do with the bucking bulls, don’t you? She’s sending two to the futurity this year and says she has a half a dozen more prospects for next year. She has shit-tons of money to put into a breeding program. I didn’t. She thinks I never wanted the ranch. That’s not true, but ranching takes money. That’s part of the reason I stayed on the road as long as I did. I’d hoped to win enough to keep the place going.”

“But now it’s done,” Zac said. “You’re here and she’s there. What’s the problem?”

“The problem is that she still wants something from me.”

Zac’s gaze narrowed. “Oh yeah? Like what?”

“A baby.”

Zac choked on his drink. “What the f*ck did you say?”

“You heard me right.”

His chest tightened. “Are you saying she wants to get back together?”

“Hell no!” Ty laughed. “She wants a kid but doesn’t want another husband. It’s that whole bio-clock thing that seems to have pushed her over the edge. She even tried to bribe me with an interest-free loan in lieu of a stud fee.”

Was she still carrying a torch for Ty? There was that worm again. Zac’s gut twisted at the thought of Ty and Delaney together. “Why the hell would she do that?”

“’Cause she’s out of her ever-lovin’ mind. Gotta be one of those hormonal things.”

“Why you?” Zac asked.

Ty shrugged. “Beats the hell outta me.”

“You gonna oblige her?” Zac asked, keeping his voice slow and his gaze on his empty glass.

“Shit no! If I ever father a kid, I’m gonna be there to raise him up right.”

“There’s gotta be plenty of other men who’d be happy to help her out. Hell, they’d probably line up for miles.” And I’d be the first to buy a ticket.

Zac signaled Gabby for another drink.

Ty gave a dry laugh. “Delaney might be a lot of things, but easy ain’t one of ’em.’” He sat back, appraising Zac. “You did better than me in school. What’s your IQ?”

“I dunno. Hundred twenty-eight maybe.”

“Beats mine by at least five.” He was still regarding Zac as if he were a bull on the auction block.

“What the hell are you looking at?” Zac snapped.

“You, Zac. Just wondering what kinda breeder you’d be. She says she wants above-average IQ, tall, and athletic. Seems to me you got that part in spades. I’m just wondering if it’ll offset your lack of looks and nonexistent sense of humor.”

“Fuck you, Ty.” Zac snatched up the glass Gabby slid in front of him.

“I’m serious. You need money. Maybe you should volunteer?”

Zac met his gaze. “And what if I decided to do just that?”

“Hell, Zac,” Ty laughed. “I’d consider it a personal favor. I’d even buy your damned ticket to Oklahoma. Come to think on it . . . how’s that hand?”

Zac set down his drink and held it up. His fingers were purple and sausage-like. “Fucked up, but I don’t think anything’s broken. Why?”

“There’s a good chance I’m going to need a new ranch foreman.”

“Wait a minute,” Zac said. “Isn’t that Delaney’s domain now?”

“It’s not Delaney’s place I’m talking about. It’s Tom’s. Or rather, mine now.”

“Yours? So Tom left you the Circle B? What are you looking to do with the place?” Zac asked, trying not to betray his intense interest. Ty had not only offered him a new start doing what he knew best, he’d also given him a second chance with Delaney.

“I want to expand the operation and get back to where I started.”

“Contracting, Ty? Thought you moved out here to get out of it.”

“I did, initially,” Ty said, “but things have changed. My plans have changed. If things work out for this hotel as I hope they do, I’m going to need bucking stock. I figure some of ’em might as well be mine.”

“What about ol’ Bart? Doesn’t he run the place?”

“He’s ’bout ready to retire. I’d be happy to leave him in charge of the beef operation, but I need someone who knows how to handle a rank bull. If you’re ready to hang up your bull spurs, the job’s yours.”

“I’d like more than just a paycheck, Ty. I’m thinking about my future too, and right now it ain’t lookin’ so bright. My place needs too much work. It’ll take every cent I just won just to get it back in operational shape. If you’re looking to contract again, I’d be willing to sell out and invest as your partner.”

“You would?” Ty asked with surprise.

“Damn straight. Bulls are what I love, Ty, but at this stage in the game, I’d be content to flank instead of ride.”