“What does that even mean? You Americans and your weird expressions.” She glanced at the bull to find a different woman riding it. This one had less finesse, but she still rode that sucker like it was her job. “I’m assuming you mean I’m all talk, and my only answer to that nonsense is to show you my back and let you see for yourself.” With that, she started to get up.

But Skylar grabbed her arm. “Hold on, cowgirl.” She held out Rosalina’s purse.

“Oh, right.” In St. Christophe, she didn’t have to worry about details like that, since she had an entourage who looked out for her every need. “Thank you.” She reached for the pitcher and filled her glass one more time. This one, she chugged. “Oh, God. Oh, God.” She clapped a hand to her forehead, waiting for the knife in her brain to stop twisting.

“You okay there?” Skylar rubbed the middle of her back. “Brain freeze?”

Rosalina nodded like a child. The rapid infusion of tequila had her nerves jangling.

“Come on.” Skylar led the way. “Let’s see if we can get you on that leaderboard.”

When they got to the ring, Skylar said hello to Gigi and the group of women around her, so Rosalina headed over to the MC.

“My friend and I would like to take a turn riding the bull.” The woman cracked a smile, making Rosalina wonder if she’d gone about it the wrong way. “Oh, I’m sorry. There must be a sign-up sheet or something.”

“Honey, you’re going straight to the top of the list. You going first?” the MC asked.

Rosalina thought about the woman who’d ridden the bull like it was a sex toy.

I want to be that sexy.

I want to drive a man crazy.

“Actually, she is.” Rosalina pointed to her friend. “Skylar James.”

The woman gave her an amused nod. “Next up, we’ve got a spunky little cowgirl. Let’s hear it for Skylar James.”

As Rosalina headed back, Skylar parted from the group to meet her. “Thanks a lot.”

“What? You’ve wanted to do this since you were in high school. Now’s your chance.” She nudged her friend. “The future belongs to those who grab their dreams by the horns.”

“I don’t think you should mix American expressions with tequila.” Skylar handed over her purse. “Okay, girlfriend. Watch and learn.” And then she strutted onto the inflatable bed, gripped one of the ropes tied around the beast’s neck, and threw a leg over the saddle.

A small crowd gathered, cheering her on. The cowboy who’d been watching from the bar sidled up to Rosalina, tipping his hat. “You gonna ride?”

“I am.” She hadn’t flirted in… well, ever.