Chapter Twenty
The week flew by. Between early morning chores, late afternoon rodeo practice, and sneaking over to see Cecilia in the off-hours, Trace was beat. Tomorrow they'd head to Strong City, and he'd ride his first bull in front of an audience. The knot in his stomach grew. He'd improved significantly, staying on until the horn more often than not, but would it be enough? Knowing Cecilia would be in the stands was a double-edged sword. On the one hand, knowing her eyes were on him made him feel damn near invincible. On the other, the need to impress her was so strong, that fear of failing knotted his belly, throwing acid up this throat. There was a certain look she gave him, a look that said she wanted to believe in him against all odds, that made him want to prove himself, even mo
