Mila
“No way.”
I put my hands on the rail and leaned over, staring hard at the face-painted rodeo clown as he climbed out of a safety barrel. At first, I didn’t believe it was really Chase.
Then he walked into the pool of radiance cast by a spotlight, and I could make out his features.
“Son of a gun, that is Chase. What’s he doing here?”
“He’s making a god damn fool out of himself, that’s what he’s doing.”
My gaze snapped over to Lucas. His nostrils flared like one of the angry bulls below. He gripped the safety rail as if it were the throat of his arch enemy. I didn’t know why Lucas had such a massive amount of aggression for his brother.
“I can’t believe what I’m hearing. I thought you’d be happy to see Chase again. At least you know he’s alive.”
Lucas’ scowl may have lessened by an iota. He shook his head as if denying himself the chance to calm down.
“I’m not sure. If he were dead, he couldn't embarrass the family name this much.”