The Bull Rider's Baby Bombshell. Amanda Renee

      “How can you be so sure?”

      “Because she’s still in love with Kevin. That’s one broken heart I don’t think she’ll ever get past.”

      “She divorced him years ago.”

      “He divorced her,” Wes corrected, surprised she didn’t know. “I was with her the night she was served. And she was served very publicly in the middle of the Iron Horse.”

      Jade’s mouth hung open in disbelief. “Is she so afraid of failure that she has to hide her pain from me? Or am I that cold of a person she didn’t think I would understand?”

      Wes couldn’t believe the words coming out of her mouth. “Get over yourself. It isn’t about you. From the little she told me about both of your pasts, she was the one taking care of you while you did whatever you wanted.”

      “That was hardly the case.”

      “Really, because the Jade I remember was constantly getting into trouble. You were an angry kid. And mean. God, you were mean.”

      “I’ll own up to having an attitude, but I was mean to only you and that’s because you said I’d slept with you. Your lie almost got me raped by your friend.”

      “What?” His fists clenched. Wes couldn’t imagine any of his friends forcing themselves on a girl. “Who are you talking about?”

      “Oh, come on. You know damn well I’m talking about your buddy Burke. Every time I saw you two together afterward you were laughing at me.”

      “Burke tried to rape you?” A slow rage began to build in his chest. Burke had been more of a rival than a friend. They’d competed against each other in all aspects of their lives. From bull riding to girls. “When?”

      “Our ninth-grade fall harvest dance. How can you not remember?” Jade jumped up from the couch as if it was on fire and faced him. “You two were sitting on the gym bleachers laughing and pointing at me. I’d had enough and decided to leave. Burke followed me into the hallway, threw me against the lockers and reached under my skirt. He tore off my underwear!” Her eyes filled with tears. “He told me he wanted what I gave you. I physically had to fight him to break free. He had his zipper down and was ready to go.”

      Wes’s stomach churned. “He said you two had hooked up. He even showed me your underwear. I was crushed you chose him over me. Jade, I had no idea what really happened.”

      “It wasn’t consensual! Torn underwear should have been your clue?” Jade shook her head in disgust. “It happened because you told everyone we had slept together. You told everyone I was easy. He assumed I was shareable when you and I had only kissed.”

      “Yeah and we had dated for almost a month.” The words came out of his mouth before he could stop them.

      “So that meant I owed you sex?” Jade’s face reddened. “We started dating, like, my second week of ninth grade. Liv and I had just come out of another group home and had moved in with a new foster family. I hadn’t even told my sister about you. I was trying to learn everyone’s name and get acclimated to a new town. I was fourteen years old and you kept pushing me to go further than I was ready. And then you broke up with me because I wouldn’t. Do you have any idea how that made me feel?”

      “I’m sorry,” Wes whispered. He lifted his gaze to hers. “Everything was a competition to me back then. I was hurt that you didn’t like me as much as I liked you. I didn’t even know what sex was. I mean I did, but I hadn’t done it yet. Burke had. So I lied and said I had too. He was the only one I told.” He rose from the couch, torn between wanting to comfort her and beating the crap out of Burke. His old rival had moved to New Mexico after high school, but the next time they crossed paths on the rodeo circuit, he’d be damn sure to teach him a lesson.

      “Burke taunted me every chance he could, and you were right there next to him. We had just been placed with a really nice foster family, and Liv and I finally believed we had a place to call home. As nice as it was, it was never easy. At least not for me. I felt like I had a scarlet letter emblazoned on my chest, thanks to you. And two years later, on Christmas Eve when my foster mom’s brother tried to force himself on me, I believed it was my fault, because it had happened to me once before.”