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“Yes. Hard to believe, is it?”
“Shocking,” he teased. “Why haven’t you?”
She laughed. “Right. The daughter of JD and Loretta Wyatt, barrel racing. The Junior League would have a field day with that one. Besides, my father would never stand for it. He doesn’t like the jumping, but at least it has some legitimacy.” She dug another handful of popcorn.
“Barrel racing isn’t legitimate?” He was teasing her, but one look at her face revealed she didn’t take to it.
She got huffy and stood to leave. He grabbed her arm.
“What’s wrong?”
“Don’t pretend you don’t understand. You know exactly what I mean.”
“I can see no one ever teases you. You need to loosen up. Sit back down. I’m enjoying the event.” He glanced at the box in his hands. “And there’s still popcorn left.”
She sat and took another handful.
“Never stop dreaming your dreams.” He bumped shoulders with her, and she finally smiled and bumped him back.
“I don’t plan on it.”
“So, tell me all about barrel racing,” he asked, seriously interested because she seemed passionate about it.
“Well, it’s the only female dominated rodeo sport. The rules are simple. It’s the execution that’s hard.”
He grinned, loving the light in her eyes as she filled him in all about the sport she was so passionate about, and he was glad he was able to give her someone to talk about it all. It gave him another glimpse of a very real side of her, one that wasn’t concerned about image or status or being someone else’s idea of perfect, and he loved every second of it.
When the events were over, they headed to her car.
“I’ve got one more stop to make.” She slid her sunglasses on as the sun was setting. “Two actually.”
“We gonna be back at the estate before dark?”
“Probably not.”
She drove to a toy store. She made a call to someone as they headed to the entrance.
Grady couldn’t hear much of her conversation, but he did hear her ask someone how many rooms were occupied in the children’s wing.
They went inside, and she bought forty stuffed animals. Grady didn’t say a word, because he had an idea where their next stop would be.
He looked at the bags. “These going to fit in your car?”
“They will.”
“You sure.”
“Yep.”
He cocked his head. “You’ve done this before, haven’t you?”
“Many times.”
“Was this planned?”
“Everything I do is planned.”
“You need to be more spontaneous.”
