Chapter Thirteen
Too soon, the ceremonies were finished, replaced by the cacophony of cheers and laughter as the women filed out of the grandstand. "Trace texted and asked us to save a table big enough for the guys to join," announced CiCi as they made their way to the indoor arena that had been converted for the cowboy dinner and dance. "Are you okay with that?"
"Sure, why wouldn't I be?"
CiCi stopped and stared. "I don't want you to be uncomfortable."
Isabella waved a hand. "I'm fine." She forced a smile. "Better than fine actually. Jaxon's going to be spending most of his time down at the pens tonight, babysitting his bulls."
"Are you sure about that?" CiCi c****d her head.
"I'll be fine," Isabella assured her. "Besides, I've got wingwomen. And then I'm driving back with Cat to ch
