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he’s lucky Clay didn’t kick his ass for him,” BJ
    said.
    “Or me.”
    “You would never do that.”
    “What do you know? If you don’t shut up about stuff you don’t know anything about, I might kick yours,” Jeff said rudely. He slammed his hand against his trailer, making his friend jump in surprise, and stomped around it, taking off to avoid having to talk to BJ any longer.
    When they got to St. Louis, damned if Jeff was going to give Clay the time of day. He’d had a narrow escape, and he would keep it that way. From now on, he and Clay were strictly competitors, and that was all.

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    “HEY.”
    Jeff walked past Clay without answering.
    “I want to apologize.”
    “Okay, you’ve apologized.”
    “I don’t know what got into me this morning.”
    “I don’t either, and I don’t want to know.” Jeff kept walking.
    “You want to—”
    “I want to beat your ass in the ring, and that’s all I want,” Jeff said distinctly. “Fuck off.”
    “You fuck off!”
    “Fucking off now.” Jeff hurried on, spying Sam in the distance. He knew Clay wouldn’t continue trying to talk to him in front of Sam. Hell, he wasn’t sure he could look Sam in the face, but at least it would keep Clay away from him.
    Clay stood looking after Jeff, feeling desolate while watching him walk away, but then his anger started to grow inside. How dared Jeff tell him to fuck off? He had to understand, this thing between them, it was over. That was all he’d come over to say to Jeff. He meant to apologize for Extreme Bull | Catt Ford
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    this morning but make it damned clear that it was over. That even when it was still going on, it wasn’t queer; it was just some weird itch that had to be scratched. They’d scratched it, and that was it.
    He had an urge to hurry after Jeff and make him agree, make him promise that he’d never tell anyone about anything they did. But that would give Jeff the upper hand.
    And besides, Jeff didn’t want anyone else to know about them any more than he did.
    He would have to be content to wait and see. One thing he knew for sure; he had to stay away from Jeff. He was never going to be anywhere alone with him again.
    Clay had a terrible feeling that however wise that might be, it wouldn’t put an end to the weird longings Jeff seemed to raise within him. He thought he’d left this kind of thing behind him long ago. He’d gotten the best of it once, and he thought it would never come back to bite him in the butt again, until this thing with Jeff… and now Jeff was mad at him. But it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered now but winning.

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    ride. He actually fell off. Jeff ended up with the high score for the day, and he’d gone into town with BJ and Terrence to celebrate.
    Clay didn’t have the heart for it, even if BJ had asked him to come along, which he hadn’t. He’d lost in the ring, and he’d lost… a friend. Maybe he should just call it a day and go home. But he wasn’t a quitter. He’d never been one, and he wasn’t going to start being one now.
    When he remembered singing Meet me in St. Louis to Jeff, he writhed with humiliation. St. Louis was turning out to be the worst stop on the tour so far. He and Jeff weren’t speaking, his rides were crap, and he’d pissed off all his friends by snarling at them.
    And he was horny.
    This was fucked.

    JEFF pulled into a lonely rest stop when he realized his eyes kept falling shut as he was driving. In spite of his addiction to riding dangerous animals, he really didn’t care to die a fiery death on the road. He’d thought his anger would carry him all the way to Texas, but apparently he’d run out of gas even though his trailer hadn’t.

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    He went to the restroom to