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didn't
have a concrete reason why, except the man was even cruder than Logan.
    Then again, writing the article was
a good idea. It kept Kevin out of trouble.
    Both Rachel and Cassidy looked to Logan
for guidance. “The guy's fine,” Logan said. “Have fun.” he
told Kevin with a nod of his head.
    “Are you sure Mike is—” John
started.
    “He's fine,” Logan
interrupted. Then he called to Kevin. “You’re meeting him in a public
place—right?”
    As soon as Kevin
was gone. John stared at the door. Then he
fidgeted with his fliers. “I've got to go,” he said to nobody in particular
after a minute. “I think I left the television on in my room.” He glanced at
the door again. “But congratulations on making it into the men's division,” he
told Cassidy. “Can't wait to see you ride tomorrow.”
    As Cassidy watched him rush out the
door she got a warm fuzzy feeling in her heart. It was really nice of John to congratulate
her. She knew he remembered how much riding in the men's division meant to her.
She was starting to really like this user friendly
version of John Risk.
    Then she remembered why he was at
the rodeo—breaking up a prescription drug ring. Dammit, she needed to get her
head in the game and out of the clouds. John was probably following Kevin
because Kevin was meeting Mike Shannon. Now, Cassidy understood. John’s hairs
were on end after her bull ride back in Tulsa
because he had the same fishy feeling she had about the rodeo clown.
    Cassidy started to gather her
stuff. The plan was to follow both John and Kevin. Her eight ounce burger would
have to wait. Logan
stopped her with a hand on her forearm. He held up John's flier.
    “How well do you know this guy?” he
asked. Both Logan and Rachel sat across the table with their mouths in thin,
tight lines. Oh no, John must have offended them in some way at some point.
That was why Rachel wouldn't look at him. Couldn’t they focus their indignation
on the real source of the problem—Mike Shannon?
    But maybe it was more than just
being offended? Cassidy tried to play it casual as alarms were going off all over
in her head. Did Logan know about John's
work? Was John's cover already blown? If so, John needed to know before he went
after Mike Shannon. Kevin could get hurt if he got caught in the middle of that
take down. “Not well,” Cassidy lied. She pushed her arm through the sleeve of
her jean jacket.
    “Don't ever end up alone with him,”
Rachel warned. She moved the baby's head to her shoulder. “He's a deviant,” she
added tapping the baby on the back.
    Deviant? Cassidy wasn't sure where this was going. The most dangerous of situations for
an undercover cop is exposure. But maybe that wasn't the case here. Before she
went running after Kevin and John she needed to take her time, gather more
information and think carefully. She pulled her jacket off her arm and sat
down.
    “What do you mean by that?” She
took a sip of water. Her heart was pounding. What did John do to Rachel?
    “He's horrible toward women,”
Rachel announced.
    Not the answer Cassidy was
expecting. Jeez the man had just congratulated her on qualifying for the men's
division. And he didn't express any of the reluctance Logan
had about her riding with the cowboys.
    “How?” Cassidy asked. She was truly puzzled.
    “He called me a harlot and a whore,”
Rachel announced. “And he told Bret Bodner to kick me
out of the rodeo.”
    That wasn't very nice. God, John
was really taking his undercover work seriously. Maybe all this happened early
in the assignment and he wanted to prove to the rodeo community he was a true
minister. Too bad Rachel was his scapegoat.
    Now Cassidy understood why her
sister-in-law hated John. She didn't blame Rachel.
    “You could probably call me sexist,”
Logan
admitted. “Especially after today, I'll own up to that one. But I don't hate
women the way John does,” he explained. Then the waitress showed up with their
food. They stopped