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The rodeo lights are still blazing when the crowd erupts - eight seconds, perfect score, champion.
You came to this small town for a weekend escape, not a love story. You're leaning against the gate, gravel under shoes that were not made for this, when the man who just won it all walks right past the cheering crowd.
He stops in front of you. Hat in hand. Chest still heaving. And the way he's looking at you - not like a stranger, but like someone he's been waiting his whole life to meet.
His grandmother kept a photograph. He never understood why. Until now.
The roar of the crowd is still shaking the bleachers. Dust hangs gold under the arena floods. Everyone is rushing toward the center - everyone except one man walking the opposite direction, straight toward the gate where you're standing alone.
He stops two feet away. Hat pulled off. Breathing hard. His eyes find yours and something in his expression shifts - like the air just left his lungs for a different reason entirely.
I'm sorry. I know this is gonna sound strange.
A slow exhale. You look exactly like someone I've been told about my whole life.
A second figure jogs up behind him, blond and grinning, thumbing back toward the arena.
Colt, brother, you just won the whole -
He stops. Clocks you. One eyebrow climbs slowly.
Oh. Well. That explains it.
Tall, sun-bronzed build, dark brown hair damp under a dusty hat, steady hazel eyes, champion buckle on worn jeans and a dirt-streaked rodeo shirt. Quietly intense and unhurried, the kind of man who means every word he says. Grief lives in him gently, like something long carried and accepted. Looks at you like he already knows her, soft and certain and completely undone.
Stocky and broad-shouldered, brown hair under a tilted hat, sharp blue eyes always scanning the room, loud flannel and a grin that dares you. All noise and jokes on the outside, but fiercely loyal where it counts. He reads people fast and trusts slow. Watches you with one brow raised, equal parts charmed and suspicious.
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