Ride: Studs in Spurs, Book 3

by Cat Johnson

  As casually as she could muster given the pounding of her heart, Leesa let her phone drop into the diaper bag hanging from the stroller’s handles. With any luck they wouldn’t notice the small cell phone stowing away in their bag right away. Instead, they would take Jerry’s search for her on a wild goose chase to some hopefully far away suburb.

  She stifled the feeling of guilt that she might bring harm to an innocent family by using them to get away. Then again, Jerry and his brother had nothing against these people. It was her they wanted, even though why was still a mystery. Who or what had Leesa seen that could cost her life? She couldn’t think about that now.

  The crowd sheltering her started moving toward a set of doors. They formed somewhat orderly lines at each of the many entrances leading into another area. Looking around, she noticed everyone clutched tickets in their hand. Each doorway was blocked by similarly dressed men who she assumed were stationed there to collect those tickets.

  Leesa would have to move with the crowd or be exposed again but she didn’t have a ticket. Her heart rate sped faster with panic.

  A woman pulled a child by the hand toward the restrooms. “Why didn’t you say you had to go to the bathroom before? Now we’re gonna miss getting a good spot in line for the autographs.”

  During the dragging, the contrite-looking boy dropped the ticket he’d been holding. Neither mother nor child noticed as the small white paper drifted and came to rest just feet from Leesa. While they kept going and disappeared into the bathroom, the lost ticket remained on the floor.

  Smothering any guilt she felt for basically stealing from a child, Leesa bent and scooped up the paper. Hiding it in the palm of her hand, she glanced at the printing on it.

  There was a logo of some sort, and the words Fan Meet and Greet. It listed today’s date. Not sure who she’d be meeting or greeting, she took her place among the line that funneled people slowly through a door into what looked to be a restricted area separate from the main part of the casino. Hopefully there would be a back emergency exit out of the room, just in case she needed it. In any case, following the crowd into this private event was preferable to being out in the open and exposed to the bad guys advancing in her direction.

  A man in a large black cowboy hat checked her ticket and then motioned her inside. Here she’d be hidden from view of anyone without a ticket, such as the guys looking for her. They’d be stuck outside in the hall because somehow she didn’t think the tough-looking cowboys with the heavy drawls manning the entrances were under Jerry’s brother’s sphere of influence.

  Leesa drew in a shaky breath of relief and felt moderately safer, for now. She’d won this round, but round two was still ahead. She still had to get away from here and from them. To where, she had no clue. Going home was not an option. She couldn’t put her parents in danger.

  She was truly alone.

  Chapter Five

  Chase pulled the metal chair from beneath the table with a loud scrape and sat heavily. His hangover was manageable now that he’d eaten, but he still felt like he could easily lie down and sleep for the rest of the day. Maybe even through to tomorrow when he would start the drive for Oklahoma and home.

  Garret plopped down into the folding chair next to him. They were seated near the back of the room filled with forty bull riders, all lined up on one side of a long row of tables.

  “You know, when we’re done with this thing, you’re telling me exactly what happened in that back room.” Garret grabbed the marker from the table and sat armed and ready for the onslaught of fans as the doors were opened and people of all ages, shapes and sizes began to filter in.

  “Why are you still harping on this?” Chase picked up his own marker and waited too, hoping the smell of tequila wasn’t still seeping out of his sweat glands and pores. He was a role model for the younger fans, after all. He couldn’t smell like he’d just scraped himself off a barroom floor. “I told you, Garret. Nothing happened.”

  “Something damn well better have happened. I paid for it to. I seriously hope you got a good lap dance at least.”

  “Will you please hush up? They’re letting the fans in.” At Garret’s deep frown, Chase decided he’d better appease him with something before Garret stormed back into the club and demanded a refund. Visions of what had really happened filled Chase’s head. He’d gotten the lap dance, all right, plus some, but he wasn’t going to tell anyone that. “Don’t worry. You got your money’s worth. Okay?”

  Garret seemed pleased by that revelation. “Good, but actually it was you who got my money’s worth. Though I didn’t do too badly with that other dancer myself. She gave me one hell of a lap dance right at our table. We didn’t get to go into the private back room the way you did for a little extra—”

  Chase kicked his friend under the table none too gently with the toe of his boot.

  “Shh. Garret, people can hear you.” He glanced up at the elderly woman approaching the bull rider at the table next to his. Hopefully, she had poor hearing.

  Garret sighed. “Damn. I hope this thing doesn’t go too late. I can barely keep my eyes open.”

  Eying a table in the corner covered in canned soft drinks, Chase regretted not grabbing one before he sat down. Caffeine sounded pretty good right about now. Yeah, he’d slept until noon, but he wasn’t sure passing out drunk just before sunrise was the equivalent of getting a good night’s sleep.

  A nap sounded pretty good, but Chase doubted he’d be able to sleep if he went upstairs and laid down after this thing anyway. He kept reliving over and over again every detail of what had happened, even now, out in public. He only imagined it would be worse alone in bed. Being tired was a small price to pay for the incredible memories from last night. He wouldn’t have changed a thing.

  He smothered a big yawn that snuck out of him.

  “Dude, you better rally.” Garret’s voice held a tinge of panic. “Aaron’s brother is going out while we’re here and is picking up beer and bourbon for us. I’m hoping to find a couple of hot chicks at this thing to invite up to our floor for the party after.”

  Chase laughed. “Relax. I’ll be okay once I get something to drink.”

  “I hear ya. A little hair of the dog that bit you always helps.” Garret grinned. “I’d stick to beer though. You don’t do too good with the hard stuff.”

  Chase usually didn’t drink the hard stuff. Last night was Garret’s doing. “I was talking about drinking a pop for some caffeine, but yeah, I’ll be sticking to beer later.”

  If he could bring himself to drink alcohol at all.

  A fan approached Chase’s table and Garret’s chatter about alcohol thankfully came to an end. For the next hour or two it would be all smiles and autographs and every bull rider on his best behavior. There’d be a few photos and lots of small talk, which was pretty much the same no matter what city they were in. Not that Chase minded at all. Without the fans the sport wouldn’t be anything except a bunch of guys watching each other get thrown in the dirt.

  It would have been better if the meet and greet wasn’t after a night of debauchery however. That wasn’t the fans fault though. Come to think of it, it wasn’t Chase’s fault either. He sent another nasty look at Garret.

  In between signing programs and T-shirts, he vowed to come up with a plan for revenge. Chase was just wondering what he could do to get back at his friend when he felt Garret’s boot knock into his. He moved his foot, figuring it was an accident, when it happened again.

  As he handed a signed T-shirt back to one fan and accepted an event program to sign for the next he shot Garret a sideways glance. “Dude. Why do you keep kicking me?”

  When no answer immediately followed, Chase handed the autographed program back to the older woman and her husband, then turned his attention to Garret.

  “Check her out.” Garret tilted his head toward a woman a few people behind the couple Chase had just finished with. “She’s totally your kinda girl.”

  Garret was matchmaking e
ven as he smiled for a fan and signed his name on a T-shirt for her.

  “What?” Chase frowned. What the hell was Garret talking about?

  “That chick. Invite her to the party tonight. She looks like your type.”

  Curious now as to what Garret thought was his type, Chase couldn’t help but take a look. Her baseball hat was pulled down low over her eyes. He couldn’t see much of her face beneath the brim, and she was still pretty far away, but he saw enough to determine she was cute.

  Strangely there was no smile on her face and none of the usual fan interaction. She simply moved from one rider to the next until she was standing in front of the guy seated next to Chase. She silently thrust her program at the Brazilian bull rider. The hair the cap didn’t cover was long and a silky brown, just like he liked it. It swung across her shoulders as her head swiveled and she glanced toward the doors.

  She turned back to take the program handed to her and then took a step to the side until she was at Chase’s table. With him sitting and her standing directly in front of him, he could now see beneath the brim of her hat. He saw her green eyes open wide as she recognized him. It was just about the same moment he recognized her.

  He tempered his outward reaction, mainly to prevent Garret from noticing who she was. Dressed down in jeans and a sweatshirt with no makeup, and away from the strip club, it was a good possibility none of the other guys would connect her to last night. He wanted to keep it that way. Chase didn’t react on the outside, but inside he reacted in a big way. His pulse began to race and his mouth went dry. That didn’t prevent him from doing the one thing he regretted not doing the night before though.

  Reaching for her program, Chase asked, “What’s your name? Who should I sign this to?”

  With sweaty palms, he waited for her answer, hoping she didn’t say something like, oh sign in for my father, Bob. He should have worded the question better.

  Had she come to see him specifically? Did one of the guys tell her last night who they were and where they’d be today? A dozen questions raced through his head, but for now he’d settle for the answer to just one. Her name.

  For some reason, she appeared as nervous as he felt. He watched the tip of her tongue shoot out. He couldn’t help picturing that tongue elsewhere, licking something else. Something on him. Something that was beginning to wake up.

  She hesitated. “It’s Leesa, spelled L-E-E-S-A.”

  Her voice cut a path right through him. If there had been any doubt in his mind as to who she was before, it was erased when he heard her speak. Memories of that voice against his ear not much more than twelve hours before caused a visceral reaction and he felt himself stiffen even more inside his jeans.

  Chase swallowed away the dryness being near her again seemed to cause in his throat. He hadn’t felt this nervous around a woman in a long time. “That’s a really nice name. I’m Chase. Chase Reese.”

  “Nice to meet you, Chase.”

  Nice to meet you?

  He frowned. She was definitely trying to act like they didn’t know each other. Why? She spoke in a level tone that held no recognition, but she didn’t control the look in her eyes as well as she did her voice. She remembered him.

  She watched him closely, until she glanced at the doors one more time.

  That brought up yet another question. Why was she acting so nervous? Who did she keep checking the entrance for? Did she have a boyfriend? Maybe she didn’t want him to see her with a customer she’d been pretty intimate with the night before? Or maybe she didn’t want her boss or coworkers to see her. Maybe not dating the customers was a club rule, not her own.

  If that was the case, why was she here in the first place? Maybe she simply couldn’t stay away from him, just like how he couldn’t keep his mind off her. Whatever was happening, he didn’t intend to let her get away again, though he wasn’t quite sure how to keep her around.

  Garret’s boot knocked his again. Chase was ready to clock him, until his friend whispered, “Invite her to the party.”

  The fans intent on getting Chase’s signature started to cluster behind Leesa. Others stepped around her and moved on to Garret and then on to the next table. Meanwhile, he had yet to sign her program. He had a horrible feeling once he did and handed it back to her, she’d be gone from his life again. He didn’t want that to happen. That kicked him into gear and overrode any shyness or doubt he harbored.

  He scribbled her name, something to the effect of thanks for being a fan and then his name on the program, then glanced up. “Um, we—the other guys and I—are having a kind of party upstairs right after this is done. Nothing special. Just some beer and chips and stuff, but with all of us staying here, we have the entire floor to ourselves so it should be pretty cool. You know, if you wanted to come.” He found himself holding his breath waiting for an answer. “Do you want to?”

  She glanced around the room. “When is this over?”

  His heart fluttered with excitement that she was even considering it enough to ask. “The meet and greets usually last about an hour or so.”

  “Then after we could go upstairs together? To your room?”

  His heart fluttered with anticipation. “Um, yeah. When I’m finished, we can go upstairs together.”

  Did she sound excited to be going upstairs with him or was it wishful thinking on his part? Actually, she sounded a little cautious, but that was fine. A woman should be cautious when getting invited somewhere by a guy she barely knew.

  Leesa hesitated a beat before asking, “Can I wait in here for you until you’re done?”

  Out of the corner of his eye, Chase saw Garret watching the discussion with a little too much interest, but he ignored him. “Sure. You can wait right over by the refreshments, if you want. No one will bother you.”

  “Okay. Thanks.” She reached out and took the program he’d autographed but hadn’t had the mental capacity to remember to hand back to her. Bypassing the rest of the riders, she went directly to the refreshment table and busied herself with choosing a soft drink.

  “Oh my God. How did you do that?” Garret’s voice was low and filled with shock.

  “Do what? I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Chase glanced at Garret and then took the next program from the fan who’d stepped in front of him the moment Leesa had left. He smiled and pretended Garret wasn’t there. “Who should I make this out to?”

  “You know exactly what,” Garret continued to harass Chase even though he should be paying attention to the fan in front of him.

  “Here you go. Thanks for coming.” Chase returned the signed program to the little boy standing shyly at his table, then dealt with Garret, hoping he’d shut up. “We’ll discuss this later. Okay?”

  “Fine.” Garret released a loud expulsion of breath.

  Chase caught him shaking his head and staring in the direction of the refreshment table. He followed the path of Garret’s gaze and saw Leesa still there. He felt relief that she appeared really to be waiting for him to finish. For a moment he’d feared she wouldn’t.

  He saw Leesa tear into a bag of pretzels as if she hadn’t eaten in days, all while her gaze kept sweeping the room, in particular the entrances. There was definitely something strange going on, but at least now she was coming upstairs with him. He’d figure it—and her—out eventually. He didn’t intend to leave Vegas until he did.

  A woman began holding a long conversation with the rider next to him, in Portuguese no less, and caused a lull in the procession of fans to Chase’s table. As the rest of the fans waited behind her, Chase used the break to estimate how many more people there were in line and how soon he could get the hell out of there and upstairs with Leesa.

  During his perusal of the crowd, he spied a girl with plenty of boobs and skin showing. Leesa may be his type, and he was still amazed Garret had nailed that one on the head, but this chick was definitely Garret’s type. This time, it was Chase who did the prodding.

  He elbowed Garret and nodded towar
d the girl in line. “Hey. Let’s invite her upstairs.”

  “Why? You need two women all for yourself?” Garret scowled.

  “Not for me. For you, silly.” Chase wanted Garret occupied so he’d stay out of his and Leesa’s hair. Hopefully out of their shared room too, if he could manage it. Maybe he could get them to hang in Skeeter’s room. Or out in the hallway. Chase didn’t care, as long as he had some time with Leesa to talk. Okay, talk and maybe a few other things too.

  Garret looked moderately happier at the thought of having this girl for himself. “Okay. Cool. I’ll invite her though. You keep your mouth shut on this one, Romeo.”

  Fine with him. Chase nodded. “No problem.”

  Glancing one more time and seeing Leesa still there loitering in the corner by the refreshments, Chase couldn’t help but smile. Tonight had the potential to be a very good night.

  Chapter Six

  “Ready to go upstairs?” The cowboy had snuck up on her.

  She hadn’t noticed him while she was staring at the door. She needed to make sure Bruno and company hadn’t wiggled their way inside without a ticket, or hadn’t somehow bought or perhaps procured a ticket by less-than-honorable means the way she had.

  Chase’s eyes crinkled with the smile he sent in her direction. The same smile she’d seen last night when he’d asked her out just moments after cleaning himself up after what she’d done with him. Seeing him here was a really strange coincidence. One that was working in her favor so she accepted it gladly.

  Leesa had discovered during her time in Vegas, that for a huge city, it could be a very small world. Her running into the same guy she’d danced for was a bit of a long shot, yes, but things like that had happened to her before. At least this was a not an unpleasant coincidence. Of all the men she met at the club nightly, this guy was probably the one she’d be most likely to trust to help her, no questions asked. No quid pro quo either. He may hope for a repeat of last night, but he wouldn’t force it on her. She’d felt that vibe from him at the club. He was a man, and yes, he was interested, but he was also a gentleman and would respect the word no…if she could bring herself to tell him no. The way he’d made her feel, she wasn’t so sure she was capable of saying the word.