Mary Sullivan - Rodeo Father

She checked out the bar. “Cole Payette. He likes to help Honey sometimes.”

“I hope I didn’t get Rachel into trouble with her boss.” He finished his beer.

“Honey’s her friend,” Cindy said. “She won’t fire Rachel.”

A few minutes later, Honey returned to the big room with an order of chicken fingers and fries and handed them to Rachel. She pointed to Travis, probably telling Rachel who’d paid for them.

Rachel shot him a look full of brimstone. Oh, shit. Clasping her hands behind her back, she refused to take the plate from Honey. The gesture made her stomach stick out a mile.

She stormed over to their table. “I don’t know why you think you can tell me when I should be eating. I can figure out my own breaks.”

“Sorry, I—”

“Of all the paternalistic, presumptuous things to do. I don’t need your charity. Go buy dinner for someone else.”

He shot his hands in front of himself, palms out. “I didn’t mean to offend,” he said. “You’re looking more exhausted with every step. Considering how early it was when I saw you at the carousel this morning, you’ve put in a long day already and this bar doesn’t close for another few hours.”

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