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“I have a few times, but nothing too bad. My horse got spooked once and went one way. I went the other and got thrown.”
“The last one was your broken ankle last summer,” Morgan said. “He walked around on it like it wasn’t broken.”
“Probably why the damn thing healed wrong,” Dustin said with a shake of his head.
Glaring at Dustin, I said, “I can still ride and rope just fine.”
“I’d love to see you both in action,” Kipton said.
Smiling, I nodded. “I think we can arrange that.”
The music started again, and an old song by Garth Brooks, “Two of a Kind, Workin’ on a Full House,” blared from the speakers.
Dustin stood. “Kipton, let’s show everyone the proper way to country swing.”
Her eyes lit up. “You can jitterbug?”
Looking offended, Dustin pulled her from her chair. “Please. I’m the Jitterbug King!”
Kipton turned and quickly headed to the dance floor, with Dustin hot on her heels. It didn’t take long for Dustin to start twirling Kipton around. He dipped her, did fancy spin moves, and made her face light up in a way I hadn’t.
Blayze leaned toward me. “Everyone seems to really like Kipton.”
I watched as she let out a laugh while Dustin dipped her again. Nodding, I replied, “Sure seems that way.”
And now I was going to have to kick Blayze’s ass and my good buddy Dustin’s.
Chapter Fifteen
KIPTON
The next week flew by in a blur. Both of Hunter’s dates ended up being terrible for him. Juliet, the entrepreneur from Florida, had spent the entire date—dinner in Hamilton—complaining about all the other girls at the shared house. I was positive Hunter couldn’t swipe left fast enough. There had been zero chemistry. From what I was told, Juliet left the house calling Hunter every name under the sun.
Then it was Brina, who spent more time running her hand up Hunter’s leg and flirting with him than she did paying attention to the cooking class they’d attended. Hunter pushed his way through the crowd to get away from her. Her performance in the Truth Booth had been the most staged yet. If the girl wasn’t an actress, she needed to be. Her crying on the spot was some of the best theatrics I’d ever seen.
The only thing Hunter did when he walked into his Truth Booth was lean over, swipe left, then walked away. Not a word was spoken, which made it even funnier.
“He can’t keep swiping left on every date,” Travis complained as the group of women moved into the barn for tonight’s date selection.
“Well, if he doesn’t like them, why should he swipe right?” I asked.
Travis sent me a withering look. “We need to shake things up.”
I glanced at Jack, who shrugged.
“Hunter will have this date tonight, then a group date on Friday. In Vegas,” Travis decided.
Gaping at him, I said, “Vegas?”
He nodded and started to type something into his phone. I wanted to groan. Big cities were not my thing, and I knew Hunter would be pissed.
I didn’t have time to ponder it any further, though, when one of the producers called out, “Okay, ladies, we’re going live in thirty minutes. Be ready to look excited about waiting to see who’ll join Hunter on tonight’s date.”
Hunter seemed apprehensive as I reached into the bowl for a token. “Haleigh will be Hunter’s date for the evening!”
Haleigh jumped up and quickly made her way down to Hunter. He gave her a hug, and they both looked at me. The woman looked stunning, as usual. Her dark hair was pulled up and artfully arranged on top of her head.
“Your date tonight will be dinner and dancing here in the barn.”
