Once a Champion

Craig made a face before he bit into his sandwich. “Horses? No,” he said with his mouth full.

“Roping? Rodeo?”

“Uh-uh,” Craig answered through another mouthful of sandwich.

“Oh.” Well, that squelched talking about roping techniques with the kid. “What do you like?”

“I read a lot and there’s some TV shows I like. Have you ever seen Star Crusher?”

“I don’t watch a lot of TV.”

“But you do have satellite, right?” Something akin to panic lit the kid’s eyes.

“Yes. So...what else do you like?”

“The video games my mom allows, which aren’t many,” he said with a disgusted twist of his lips. “No exploding heads.”

“Can’t blame her there.”

“And I think old trucks are kind of cool.”

Score. Maybe they could talk. “I had a Studebaker truck once that I was going to rebuild.” And it still stung that he didn’t have it.

“I know,” Craig said excitedly. “I’ve seen it. That was what clued Mom in about your ex selling your stuff. Kirby Danson driving your old truck around.”

“You know all about that?”

“Well, Mom and her friends talk a lot.”

“And you listen.” Great.

“Well, she and I talk a lot, too. It’s just, like, the two of us, you know? That was bogus what your wife did to you.”

And not something he wanted to discuss with a fourteen-year-old, not even one whose eyes were now ablaze with indignation on Matt’s behalf.

“What are you going to do while you’re here?” Matt asked. “Besides play on your phone.”

Craig shrugged. “Whatever, I guess.”

Matt finished his sandwich and sat back in his chair. He would have liked to have had a beer with his meal, but didn’t know if that was allowable with an impressionable houseguest under his roof.

“If you have any work or anything that needs to be done around the place, well, I could do that.”

“Work?”

“Mom thought it would be a good idea. Keep me busy.”

Damn, this had to be tough on the kid. The problem was that Matt’s place was well-kept. He had a cleaning lady and the guy who fed his livestock when he was on the road also did the maintenance.

“Yeah. I can use some help.” Or come up with something. “I’d pay you.”

Craig shook his head. “No. You’re giving me a roof and food.”

“Your mom paid for the food.” Or had tried to.

“A roof, then, and she didn’t pay for that.”

“We’ll negotiate later, okay? You want to watch TV now?”

“In the worst possible way,” Craig said. “Mom says I can’t watch someone else’s TV unless they invite me to.”

“Consider yourself invited,” Matt said. “For as long as you’re here, the TV is yours.”

“Thanks,” Craig said, gathering up his plate and heading for the dishwasher. Matt watched in surprise as the boy loaded his dinnerware, then added the dishes that had been soaking in the sink. A quick swipe of the dishcloth around the sink after he’d rinsed it, then Craig headed to the living room. Wow. Willa had taught her son well.

As soon as the television came on in the next room, Matt opened that beer and sat at the table drinking it. Talk about a strange day. Found his horse, got an unexpected roommate—with whom he had nothing to talk about.

Matt reached out and grabbed the newspaper off the sideboard where he’d stacked all the stuff that’d been on the table when he’d cleared it to feed Craig. He flipped it open with one hand and looked at his brother—make that his half brother’s—smiling face on the front page and almost closed it again. But he didn’t.

Ryan Madison. The darling of the Montana rodeo circuit, who’d just done a charity roping clinic for the local kids, and who was also within striking distance of qualifying for the NFR for the second time in a row.

Matt shoved the paper aside.

Not that he didn’t want Ryan to qualify. He enjoyed beating his brother. He wished he’d had a chance to beat him last year, except he hadn’t because of four hundred lousy dollars. Ryan had come in a respectable fourth, which wasn’t bad for his first NFR and considering he’d been on a borrowed horse.

It’d killed Matt to sit on the sidelines and watch.

He and Ryan had been roping rivals since they were ten or eleven, and by the time Matt was fifteen, the two of them had developed an animosity that bordered on legendary—they’d also had no idea they were related. As far as Matt knew, Ryan was still in the dark—which was just fine with him.

CHAPTER THREE

THOUGH SHE TOLD herself she wasn’t going to think about it, Liv tossed and turned that night, and when she finally did fall asleep, she dreamed about searching for Beckett. She found tracks and bits of mane and tail hair clinging to branches and fence wire, but no horse. She woke up with her heart pounding.

A dream.

Even so, she got out of bed and walked over to the window looking out over the pasture and felt a wave of relief when she saw Beckett grazing near the barn. Her horse was still there. Hers. She couldn’t imagine losing him, not after everything they’d gone through. He was the reason she’d been able to stay strong against Greg, stick up for herself, let her true feelings show even if they were at odds with the people around her. It had been so very hard in the beginning....

Liv slipped out of her pajamas, folded them and put them under her pillow before she pulled on jeans and a Montana State T-shirt. After that she straightened the covers and opened the curtains all the way.

If she hadn’t tried to buy the gelding, if Greg had succeeded in forbidding it, she might now be Mrs. Gregory Malcolm, bending over backward to do whatever her husband wanted her to do. Be who he wanted her to be. During their relationship she’d had moments when she showed some backbone and argued her position, but ultimately she’d always backed down, as she’d done for her entire life—as her mother had done for her entire life—and let him have his way. Because if you made waves, people might abandon you.

The thought made her shudder.

A clattering of cutlery greeted her as she walked into the kitchen. Tim was already there, dressed and standing straighter than he’d been the day before. He put a couple more knives into a drawer, then turned.

“Coffee’s on,” he said. “I’ll be in around noon if you don’t mind getting me some lunch then.”

“Where are you going?” Liv asked.