Chapter 4
Four Years Earlier
Spencer ducked behind the paddocks and doubled over, emptying his stomach of its watery contents. After six years of riding bulls professionally and nearly a decade of riding anything that would try to buck him off and trample him, he knew he should be over the urge to puke. But it never went away. After every ride, no matter how successful, his stomach rolled and twisted, forcing him to hide until it passed. It seemed shameful to him.
As soon as his stomach calmed, he rinsed out his mouth with the bottle of water he carried for that purpose and made his way back to the arena. He didn’t want anybody to notice him. Of course, every person he passed noticed him, clapped him on the back, and told him he just had the “best damned ride I ever saw.”
Spencer could
