Wrath (30 page)

“Yes, but I would lose my agency in all of this. I won’t be able to be independent. You make the choices, you choose the rodeos. You pick the circuits.”

“True, that being said we get you into more exclusive circuits, we are able to book better competitions, those with a higher pay out.” She had a point and she knew it. It took connections, skills, and sponsors to get into some of the more profitable shows.

“For the top three.”

“You don’t think you will be top three?”

“That’s not what I am saying. You… you have a point.” Hunter seemed almost amused, his body relaxed visibly.

It only served to enrage her, make her more vigilant in her argument.

“I know I do. I am trying to show you that this is the best possible solution for you.”

“I don’t like being told what to do.”

“I don’t either, but sometimes we all need it.”

It was an admission she wasn’t ready to give, because it meant she would have to admit to herself that she needed to be told what to do. Hunter was all too ready to tell her what she needed, and she barely knew him. Her stubborn nature rallied against his personality, but right then, with her life, with her business it was exactly what she needed.

He paused, thought about what she said, and then let her go, leaving her in the middle of the dance floor.

“Let me think about it. Meet me at Dusk tomorrow. We can talk about it some more.”

Dusk was one of the few real cowboy bars left in this town, the only other one she knew of was Boonies, but it was hours away. She would rather have driven the distance, because Dusk wasn’t known for being particularly friendly. What kind of guy was he, if it was his establishment of choice?

She couldn’t show fear.

“Okay. I can do that.” She didn’t know if he heard her, because he made no acknowledgment.

He just walked away.