Gone Country (Rough Riders #14)(25)

Sierra shivered as they walked toward the stands. A huge crowd had gathered for the game. When Marin stopped to talk to her parent’s friends about someone with terminal cancer, Sierra turned away and looked around.


That’s when she saw him.


He stood beside the ambulance. Looking bored. Okay, looking awesome in his EMT uniform. But as she watched, she noticed he wasn’t alone for long. A group of girls approached him. He smiled, flashing those dimples, but the girls didn’t stick around. Then a group of cheerleaders from the rival high school sauntered up. Same routine: a quick smile, a fast chat and they were gone. When a couple of pretty, college aged women invaded his space, she expected he’d pay more attention to them, but he didn’t act any differently.


Weird. Boone West could have his pick of any girls or women he wanted. So why did he look relieved when they left?


Then Marin dragged her to the school cheering section. They squeezed in behind the band, standing with some people from her class. Immediately after the national anthem was the kickoff. Marin clapped along with a crowd cheer. “The cheerleaders are so much better this year than last year. The new coach is whipping them into shape. I’m thinking of trying out for the squad.”


“Who’s the coach?”


“Some woman who used to live here and was a super-cheerleader in high school.” Marin pointed. “That’s her. The little dark-haired one with the clipboard.”


Sierra squinted at the sidelines and saw a tall, dark-haired man beside the cheerleading coach. He seemed familiar. “Hey. I think I know him.”


“Know him? Arizona, you’re related to him. That’s Tell McKay. He’s your cousin.”


“Am I related to every freakin’ person in town?”


“Just about.” Then Marin grinned. “But if the coach is doing your cousin, you’d totally get on the team, no problem and as your bestie you’d get me on too, right?”


“Right. Except I don’t know the first thing about cheerleading.”


“Last year? Neither did they.”


Sierra laughed. But could she really see herself in a short skirt and a tight top, shaking pompoms and yelling at the crowd? Maybe. Might be fun. It’d beat sitting at home watching her dad watch football and yell at the TV.


Mitch Michaels showed up after halftime. He kept turning around to talk to Marin, so Sierra decided to leave them alone for a little while.


She ducked under the stands and cut to where the food vendors had set up. Next to the ambulance.


Don’t do it. Don’t try to talk to him. You saw how dismissive he was with all the others. He’ll be dismissive with you too.


Her feet kept shuffling forward even as her head screamed stop.


“Boone?”


His head snapped up and his eyes zoomed to her. “Hey, Sierra.”


“So you do know my name.”


“McKay fits you better.”


Okay. This was good. Just keep talking. “How’d you get stuck working?”


“I volunteered for this shift. It’s probably wrong for me to hope I get to see some action tonight.” He rubbed his hands together. “A broken bone would be cool. Even a broken nose if it’s gushing blood.”


“Eww.”


He laughed.


“So then do you get to set the bone or whatever?”


“Hell no.” He jerked his head to the uniformed guy talking to an elderly woman. “He’s the head EMT. I’m just the gopher, driver and the muscle if we have to load an injured person. The docs do all the real work. We just try to keep ’em alive on the ride to the hospital.”


“Is it a rush, racing around, dealing with life or death situations?”


“It’s a serious f*ckin’ rush.”


“Is that why you do it?”


“Partially.” Boone picked up his book and scooted over. “Sit down. Chill out for a bit. Unless you wanna get back to the game?”


She about lost the ability to breathe when he pinned her with that hooded brown-eyed gaze. “No.” Then she was sitting thigh to thigh, arm to arm and shoulder to shoulder with Boone West.


Be cool. “What are you reading?”


Boone flipped the book over and showed her the cover.


She read, “Mental Preparedness: Pushing Past Your Limits. Not what I’d expected.”


“Oh yeah? What did you think I’d be reading?”


His tone had gotten sharp. “I honestly had no idea since I don’t know you. It could’ve been a carpentry or medical book. Maybe a manual on how to keep the family peace on a school bus.”


Evidently that was the right answer because he smiled. “I forget you haven’t been around forever to pass judgment on me.”


“Who passes judgment on you?”


“Everyone. A few years back, I got into some trouble.”


“Is that why Kyler made the crack about you being in the principal’s office?”


“Probably. My dad pulled me up by the short hairs before the stupid shit I was doing became dangerous stupid shit. He said he wouldn’t let his only kid go down that path and waste a promising life. He sent me to forestry camp for the entire summer. Straightened me out.”