gasped.
“I love you,” she managed to get out before the blackness claimed her.
* * *
“Brianna,” a familiar voice called out to her in the darkness.
“Jake,” she murmured.
A soothing hand caressed her cheek.
She fought to open her eyes, only to close them again, the glare of the arena lights above nearly blinding her.
Arena lights? Her heart sank. That meant she had fallen back through time. Or, even worse, that she had never left in the first place. Had everything she’d shared with Jake all been a dream?
“Come on, darlin’, I need you to open your eyes for me.”
Her thick lashes fluttered as she willed her eyes to open. A familiar face hovered above her, making her gasp. “Jake? You’re here.”
He smiled. “Did you honestly expect me to let you go traipsing off through time right after you tell me you love me? A man has a right to respond to something like that, you know?”
“You followed me?” she said, stunned.
“I’d follow you to the end of time,” he replied. “Or, in our case, into another time, just to be with you. I love you, Brianna.”
People rushed over to them in a shuffle of feet.
“Should we call the doctor?” a man asked from the crowd.
“Bri!” Marissa gasped, pushing through the circle of riders to kneel beside her friend. “You’re bleeding.”
“It’s just a scratch,” Jake assured her.
“Thanks to you,” her friend replied. “I don’t know where you came from, but when you went over the rail with her you probably saved her life.”
“Seems to be a habit of his,” Brianna muttered.
Her friend placed a hand to her breast. “Oh my God, Brianna, when I saw you fall I about had a heart attack. And...” her rambling trailed off as her gaze shifted. Confusion swept across her friend’s face. “What are you wearing?”
Brianna lifted her head to find she was still wearing the blouse and skirt Jake had bought for her. No wonder her friend was looking at her that way. “It’s a long story. One I can’t wait to tell you about. But I’ve held up this rodeo long enough. Jake...”
“Darlin’.” He lifted her up into his muscular arms, something he did so well, and carried her out of the arena and to their new life together. Her hero. Her love. Her cowboy for all time.
“I love you,” she managed to get out before the blackness claimed her.
* * *
“Brianna,” a familiar voice called out to her in the darkness.
“Jake,” she murmured.
A soothing hand caressed her cheek.
She fought to open her eyes, only to close them again, the glare of the arena lights above nearly blinding her.
Arena lights? Her heart sank. That meant she had fallen back through time. Or, even worse, that she had never left in the first place. Had everything she’d shared with Jake all been a dream?
“Come on, darlin’, I need you to open your eyes for me.”
Her thick lashes fluttered as she willed her eyes to open. A familiar face hovered above her, making her gasp. “Jake? You’re here.”
He smiled. “Did you honestly expect me to let you go traipsing off through time right after you tell me you love me? A man has a right to respond to something like that, you know?”
“You followed me?” she said, stunned.
“I’d follow you to the end of time,” he replied. “Or, in our case, into another time, just to be with you. I love you, Brianna.”
People rushed over to them in a shuffle of feet.
“Should we call the doctor?” a man asked from the crowd.
“Bri!” Marissa gasped, pushing through the circle of riders to kneel beside her friend. “You’re bleeding.”
“It’s just a scratch,” Jake assured her.
“Thanks to you,” her friend replied. “I don’t know where you came from, but when you went over the rail with her you probably saved her life.”
“Seems to be a habit of his,” Brianna muttered.
Her friend placed a hand to her breast. “Oh my God, Brianna, when I saw you fall I about had a heart attack. And...” her rambling trailed off as her gaze shifted. Confusion swept across her friend’s face. “What are you wearing?”
Brianna lifted her head to find she was still wearing the blouse and skirt Jake had bought for her. No wonder her friend was looking at her that way. “It’s a long story. One I can’t wait to tell you about. But I’ve held up this rodeo long enough. Jake...”
“Darlin’.” He lifted her up into his muscular arms, something he did so well, and carried her out of the arena and to their new life together. Her hero. Her love. Her cowboy for all time.
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