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Marisol couldn’t stop shaking. Her fingers trembled so badly, she couldn’t hold the cup of coffee her mother had thrust into her hand. Her legs couldn’t support her weight, and her head ached from the force of clenching her jaw.
But she didn’t cry. Not a single tear.
In fact, her face felt entirely drained of moisture. Her lips were chapped, her skin was tight, and her eyes felt like they were full of sand. She had no idea how long she sat in the ER lobby, joining her mother’s nearly silent but constant prayers.
The night had gone from a dream come true to a nightmare in the space of a heartbeat. She’d been clapping and cheering with everybody else when the bull caught her father by his horn and flipped him into the air. Mari’s cheer had turned into a scream and she began crawling up the six-foot-high fence, all thoughts of safety forgotten. She didn’t know exactly what her plan was, only that she needed to get to her father before the bull did. The only thing that stopped her from scaling the fence and bolting into the arena was the sight of Dean transforming from the man she knew into a beast greater than anything she’d ever witnessed.
She still couldn’t believe he had shifted in front of the grandstands. In front of the judges. In front of everybody. He knew—better than anybody—the consequences of exposure, and yet he hadn’t hesitated. He’d acted immediately and he saved her dad’s life. How could she ever thank him? How could she ever repay him for the sacrifice he made?
Ernesto was in surgery all night. The bull’s horn had grazed his spleen, but the surgeon was able to repair the damage and had assured Anna that he was stable and resting. “You will probably be able to visit tomorrow afternoon,” the surgeon had said before encouraging Anna and Mari to go home and get some sleep. But they had an unspoken agreement to stay right where they were.
Mari knew her mother would never leave his side, and she herself wouldn’t dream of going home. Not until there was word on Dean. The tranquilizers had knocked him out, but it was the vicious hole in his side that kept him bedridden and unconscious.
“You should go get some rest,” Anna said when Marisol tried, and failed, to drink her coffee. She set the cup down on the end table and clutched her fingers in her lap, doing her best to disguise the endless shaking.
“I’ll stay here.”
“Mari, you’re exhausted.”
She shook her head. “I’m fine.”
“You heard the doctor. Your father is in stable condition and he would want you to take care of yourself.”
Mari shook her head again. She would not leave the hospital.
“If you’re staying because of that bull rider—”
“ ‘That bull rider’? Would you listen to yourself? His name is Dean, Mother, and in case you’ve forgotten, he saved Daddy’s life.”
“I haven’t forgotten. I also haven’t forgotten that he’s a bear.”
“So am I!” Mari exclaimed.
“Shh, lower your voice.”
“Nobody’s paying any attention to us, Mama. If you don’t want to talk about it, then we don’t have to. But don’t try to act like he’s some...something evil.”
“It frightens me,” Anna said softly. “It frightens me to think of you falling in love with a bull rider. It frightens me to think about what your life will be like with a bear. It frightens me to think about your life as a bear.”
“Well, it scares me, too, Mama. But fighting isn’t going to help us. We need to stick together. We need to be a family.” She took her mother’s hand, noticing for the first time how the skin on the back was loose and beginning to wrinkle.
“Your father was a bull rider. Did you know that?”
“What? No one ever told me that! I thought he was always just a bull fighter…”
“He just got his pro card when we started dating. I thought he was so handsome and so brave. I’d seen a lot of other cowboys, but I never saw anything like him. I was...enchanted. Sound familiar?”
“Yes, but I don’t understand. You love Daddy. You’ve always been happy with him. Why would you want to keep me away from Dean?”
“Because the very first rodeo after he turned pro, a bull by the name of Strawberry Wine threw your Daddy about twenty feet. When he landed, he hit his head and he spent a week in the hospital, unconscious.” Anna shook her head. “It was the longest week of my life. The doctors couldn’t say if he’d even wake up again, much less the state he’d be in. They warned me he might not even know who I am. That same week, I discovered I was pregnant with you. I don’t ever want you to go through what I went through.” She waved her head, gesturing at the hospital lobby. “You shouldn’t ever know what this...this feeling is like.”
“I know, Mama, but you can’t protect me from...from pain or from fear or unhappiness. That’s just life.”
“Marisol?”
“Yes?” She swung her head around, surprised to see Waldo coming towards her. “Oh, is Dean awake?”
“Yes, and he’s asking for you.” Waldo smiled at Anna and tipped his hat. “Ma’am. How’s Ernie?”
“The doctors said he will make a full recovery,” Anna said, her voice a little stiff. She closed her fingers around Mari’s hand, squeezing it tightly.
“Mama, I’ve got to go,” Mari said gently.
Anna nodded and released her. “I’ll be here,” she said, with a small, watery smile.
Mari fell into step beside Waldo. “How is he? Is he going to be okay?”
“He should make a full recovery. Whether or not he’ll be okay?” Waldo shrugged. “That’s tougher to say.”
“Why? What do you mean?”
“You’ll see.”
Dean was on the same floor of the hospital as Ernie, and they reached his door before she had fully prepared herself mentally or emotionally. He was sitting up in bed, his ribs and stomach wrapped in a tight bandage. He had a bruise on his cheek and his eye was swollen, but besides that, he seemed unscathed. He smiled as she stepped into the room, and though he’d smiled at her countless times before, this one set her heart into a gallop.
“I think somebody owes me a kiss.”
“I owe you more than that.”
He held out his hand. She took it and he pulled her to him with surprising strength. He used his other hand to hold the back of her head, guiding her mouth to his before she could even take a breath. As soon as their lips touched, the knots in her stomach began to untwist themselves and the fear and stress she’d been carrying melted away. He was fine. He was safe. He was holding her and kissing her and everything would be okay.
Waldo coughed an ‘I’m-still-standing-here’ cough, and Dean smiled against her lips. “I’m so happy to see you.”
“Not as happy as I am to see you. Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
“You don’t need to thank me, Mari. It was the right thing to do.”
Waldo snorted. “Are you kidding me?”
“Shut up, Waldo.”
“You ruined your career.”
Mari pulled back. “What are you talking about? Dean, what is he talking about?”
“Well, I had the best ride of the night and I won the event. But the rep from the PRA has already been by to tell me they’ll give me my purse, but I won’t be welcome at any future events.”
“What? They can’t do that!”
Dean shrugged. “Sure, they can. Their rules, not mine.”
“But that’s not fair! What do they think you’re going to do? Go on a rampage and eat the horses?”
“He did mention the safety of the animals. And the spectators.”
“Yeah, it’s not fair, but also the least of his worries. The sheriff has been by, too,” Waldo said.
“The sheriff? What did he want?” Mari knew what he wanted, and her heart sank to the bottom of her shoes. “He blames you, doesn’t he? He thinks you killed those people.”
“He wants to have a chat about it after they release me.”
“A chat! They’re going to take you into custody,” Waldo said hotly. “And knowing these backwoods jackasses, they’ll probably have you tried, convicted, and hung by dinner time.”
Mari shook her head. “No. No, I’m not going to let that happen. You’re innocent and that’s what you’re going to tell the sheriff.”
“Mari—”
“Either you tell him the truth, or I will.”
“No, you won’t. You need to let me handle this.”
“So, because you saved my dad’s life, you get to lose your career and go to jail? No. Fuck that.”
“Well, what do you think you can do about it?” Waldo asked.
“I’ll tell the sheriff the truth! If they want to arrest somebody, they can arrest me.”
“No,” Dean said flatly. “You will not tell the sheriff anything.”
“I have to.”
“No, you don’t. It’s not your job to save me and you’re not going to trade your life for mine. Besides, you don’t even know if you’re the guilty party.”
“I know you’re not the guilty party.”
“Does anybody want to tell me what’s going on here?” Waldo asked.
“No. And you need to get moving anyway. Ralph probably has the trailer loaded and ready to roll.”
“Where are you going? Are you leaving him here?” Mari asked.
“They’re professional team ropers now,” Dean said with unmistakable pride. “And they need to be in Cheyenne by tomorrow night.”
“We can stay here another night and be there in plenty of time.”
“I taught you better than that. Stop wasting time. You know what you’ve got to do.”
Waldo didn’t look happy about it but he nodded, tipped his hat to Marisol, and slipped out the door.
“That’s it?” Mari asked. “That’s how you guys say goodbye?”
“We don’t talk much in our family. How’s your dad?”
“The doctor said he’ll make a full recovery, and he has you to thank for that. Maybe if I talked to the PRA rep, we can get this cleared up.”
“Cleared up? There’s nothing to clear up, Mari. There’s no mistaking what happened out there. I’m just glad that Ernie will be okay.” He patted the bed beside him. “There’s not much room here, but I think it’ll be enough.”
“Enough for what?”
“I just want to hold you.”
Marisol couldn’t resist an invitation like that. She didn’t want to, either. She crawled into the bed with him, careful to avoid the side where the bull gored him. She ended up mostly lying on top of him, but he didn’t seem to mind as he wrapped his arm around her soft waist and pulled her even closer.
He pressed his lips to the top of her head and asked, “Have you gotten any sleep since last night?”
“No.”
“Go ahead and rest your eyes.”
“I’ll fall asleep.”
“That’s fine with me. I might fall asleep, too.”
“Are you comfortable?”
“Never been more comfortable in my life.”
“I love you.” Marisol hadn’t planned to say that. She didn’t even know she could say it, until it slipped out all on its own. But once she did, she realized she could never take it back because it was only the God’s honest truth. She loved this man, this cowboy, this bear who saved her father’s life and who seemed bound and determined to sacrifice himself for Mari, too. She loved him completely, with no reservations, and she would continue to love him no matter what happened.
He didn’t answer. When she lifted her head, she saw his eyes were closed, his lips parted to allow his soft snores. She settled her head on his shoulder with a low sigh, glad she said it, and almost just as glad that he didn’t hear it.