Chapter 8
Two Years Earlier
Spencer’s hands were clammy and his stomach unsettled. A re-ride had f****d with his head, and he had damned near broken his wrist the second time on the bull. He had gotten his eight seconds, but his nerves hadn’t quieted. He knew the source of anxiety—Rebecca Rankin. Their previous two meetings had been amazing, beyond amazing, but this time would be slightly different. For one thing, they had a pre-determined meeting place, to save them both the time and energy of searching the arena, and for another thing, he had a gift for her.
It was not the greatest gift ever. It might not have even been appropriate. What did he know about buying presents for girls? The women he met usually only wanted one thing from him, and it wasn’t material goods. But Becca had sen
