Chapter Twenty-Two
"Guys, this is it." Isabella could barely contain her excitement. "Ty Sloane is riding Jax's bull." Maybe she should have accepted his offer to watch from the rails. She knew what this moment meant to him, and she wanted to share it with him. Isabella scanned the rails on either side of the bucking chutes. In no time, she found him. He was already staring at her. Even across the arena, she felt the heat of his gaze lasering into her, and her body responded in kind, a flush creeping up her neck, hot as a sunburn. "Good luck," she mouthed silently with a smile.
His teeth flashed white against his smooth dark skin as he responded with a smile of his own and a quick tilt of his chin. Butterflies took wing against her insides and her lips tingled with the memory of their ki
