Happy Independence Day!

Chapter 16

Hi Dear Reader!

I am writing to you from my living room couch. The kids are sleeping and Tank, the Dachshund, is curled up next to me. He isn’t super thrilled about the fireworks being shot off. The city is having a great show from the fairgrounds and my neighbors are also shooting some off. Do you enjoy fireworks?

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Except for the four years of vet school in Madison, WI, I have lived in a small town for most of my life. Different ones all over the country and some smaller than others. In my current small town, the sheriff lives on my block. He always waves and is offering help to anyone who needs it. The other day he was in his police car and stopped to give some kids riding their bikes stickers for their helmets. The neighbors meet in the street in the late afternoon to share gossip. That is Toddler Bock’s favorite time to go to the park as the neighbors give her treats and juice boxes. When we get to the park, we see the same people everyday. The kids all play together as the adults talk. There is just a charm to living in a small town.

This week’s book giveaway is all romances set in a small town. Maybe you’ll find one or two or three that need to be on your ereader!

Welcome back for chapter 16 of Second Chance with My Bull Rider. If you are just joining us, you can read Chapter 1 below.

Chapter 16 October 17th

Kade

My leg itched in the walking boot, so I loosened a strap to wedge my finger under the foam to scratch. Nervously, I paced around the kitchen. Everything was ready if only Delilah would get here. She met Melanie for breakfast in town hours ago to discuss more plans for the therapeutic riding stable. I missed her already. I looked at my watch and paced around the kitchen table. Step, clomp, step, clomp in time with my rapid heartbeat.

Finally, her car rumbled down the drive and slowed to a stop in front of the barn. She climbed out of her little car, whistling a tune. Her long black hair was tied into a braid that swung when she walked. A smile played on her lips as she scrolled through her phone while she made her way up the stairs. Her jeans hugged the curves of her hips and led down to red cowboy boots. She reached for the screen door when I swung it open for her. Her face lit up when her eyes met mine, and my heart fluttered in my chest as I took her in. My arm went out to usher her into the kitchen, placing my hand on her lower back and guided her further in. She walked past me.