Status Updates From A Cowboy's Pride

I don't really understand why they are breaking up or what the problem is.

She'd snuck out of bed again.

"Damn it," Trent said, sitting up, only to gasp.

At least she leaves a note this time.

"Haven't you guessed?" he said softly. "I've never felt this way before."

No, she immediately countered. It was all an illusion. Some type of twisted Florence Nightingale thing. He didn't have any feelings for her, not REAL feelings. It was just sexual attraction.

He broke into her house?

She snuck away in the wee hours of the morning. She knew she shouldn't, knew that Trent might be offended when he woke up alone, but she did it anyway, dressing quickly, slipping from his cabin and into her truck before he woke up.

Coward.

I HATE when people do this. HATE IT.

I'm kind of confused about the sex on this page.

"If I weren't so damn messed up, I'd flip you on your back and do things that would make your first orgasm feel like child's play."
...
"But you're not in charge, are you?"

They're having sex. I've got my head cocked to one side. I'm not sure I'm on board with what's going on.

Good Lord, she loved that razor stubble.

You're sick, her subconscious pronounced.

Laughing again. :D

I really don't think public humiliation should be part of physical therapy.

This book is making me uncomfortable.

Never, EVER, had he felt so impotent. And so angry. Not since he'd woken up from a medically induced coma and discovered he was paralyzed.

See, this is not romantic or sexy to me. Her forcing him to do shit against his will. I mean, I know it's part of her job, but JFC.

"Okay. No problem. I'll just call your mom and tell her you're refusing to cooperate again."

I mean, THIS is why I can't believe in a romance between these two. THIS.

She blames herself for Braden's death and Rana's paralysis.

I am crippled. She doesn't find me attractive. No woman will ever find me attractive again.

Kisses him on the cheek. Can't help but think this is highly unprofessional.

En équilibre (2015) France

"But I won't work with someone if they refuse to help themselves." She slung the thing over her arm. "You have a choice to make, Mr. Anderson. Either you do the exercises I prescribe, or you go home."

"Excuse me?"

"I don't like wasting my time with half-ass efforts."

"Half-ass?"

"So if you decide to stay, you will do exactly as I tell you to do. If you don't, have a nice life."

"Thanks," she muttered, taking a bit of her own food. She didn't eat all daintylike, either. She ate like a woman who worked hard for a living and consumed calories to keep her energy.

Sexy.

o.O

And that was exactly why she wanted no part of the man. He might be done with rodeo, but she had a feeling rodeo wouldn't be done with him. Men in his position usually went to work for the Professional Rodeo Association in some capacity. He'd be on the road 24/7, not exactly boyfriend material. Besides, she would never leave Rana. Never. The girl had already lost enough people in her young life.

Rage had him contorting atop that horse like a Jedi Knight trying to use the force. Alana almost laughed, although there was nothing funny about the situation.

This book is kind of funny.

"Try and use your leg to kick Baylor forward."

"I'm a paraplegic," Trent shouted right back. "How the hell am I supposed to do that?"

To give Rana credit, she didn't let his words faze her. "You're a partial paraplegic."

Alana almost smiled. The girl sounded forty, not fourteen.

"Your horse responds to hip movement," Rana added. "A portion of your thighs still work, so use them. Pretend you're kicking.

The horse didn't look one iota interested. In fact, it had its head down, its lower lip hanging... as if it were asleep.

Genuinely laughing out loud over here. :D

And the bitch of it, the thing that should make him laugh right now, was that he hadn't been maimed by a bull. No. He'd been ruined by a worthless piece of shit with four DUIs. A man who'd been so drunk, he'd walked away from the wreck without a scratch on him, while he'd barely escaped with his life, and Dustin...

The way they're 'handling' this hero is making me upset.

"Trent, your mom told me to tell you to do as you're told. ... I was told to tell you Anderson men don't shy away from anything. And that if your dad were alive, he'd be ashamed of your lack of 'try.'"

Ick.

She'd no sooner had the thought than she caught a whiff of maple-cured bacon, the sweet smell making her stomach growl. They'd had oatmeal for breakfast. Boring.

I'm supposed to believe she's wildly attracted to this guy, but also he keeps acting like an angry asshole. Complicating things is the fact that she's his physical therapist. I just don't find this sexy. I hate doctor-patient romances.

Cabe and Rana had wanted her to stay with them, but tongues had started to wag in town over their sleeping arrangements, especially after a year had passed, so Cabe had built her a cabin. It was perfect.

"Is that why you stick around? Is this YOUR therapy?"

Go to hell. ...

"I guess I'm not the only one with old wounds," she heard him call out.

"Good night, Mr. Anderson."

Ignore him.

She WAS over Braden. She had been for years.

At least, that's what she told herself.

She caught the scent of him then, an interesting combination of citrus and cinnamon, which she might have taken a moment to admire if he wasn't a guest and a soon-to-be patient.

I'm not buying this 'romance' at all.

Then again, if they'd done that, she wouldn't have been able to give him such a hard time. And if ever a man needed a hard time, this man did.

"I won't need help."

Hah.

But the words confirmed her suspicion that it really got under his skin when she reminded him of the DISABLED word.

So she resolved to use it as much as possible.

Sigh. I don't think I'm going to enjoy this one.