Forget sexy, she just needed to stay on. Perspiration soaked her shirt and plastered her hair to her forehead. She remembered seeing Skylar hold one arm in the air, so she tentatively freed a hand and lifted it.

Shit. God. What the hell? The thing was going faster, bucking and spinning and jerking.

Her bottom slipped off the saddle, and her fingers ached from her tight grip on the rope. She wanted to find Skylar in the crowd. Help me. But everything was moving and shaking—

And then she was flying, the world a blur of color and faces.

Rosalina landed on her bottom on the inflatable pad. At first, she was stunned, but with the crowd laughing at her like it was the most hilarious thing they’d ever seen, what could she do but wave at them? “Thank you,” she called. “And for my next act…” But she was pretty sure no one could hear her over the music and laughter.

Just as she was about to get up, Brodie leapt over the railing and knelt beside her. “You okay, princess?”

“Did you tell them about me?”

“What? No.” And then he grinned. “There’s no escaping who you are. You look fancy even in jeans.”

She looked into those bright blue eyes filled amusement. “I don’t want to look fancy. I want to look sexy.”

“You were sexy in the way a very beautiful woman looks when she touches a live wire that delivers a giant jolt of electricity to her body.”

She barked out a laugh. “You’re a jerk.” Yanking out of his grip, she rolled onto all fours on the bouncy surface and got herself up to standing. “No wonder you don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Come on. Let’s get you out of here so someone can show you how it’s done.”

“I’m not going anywhere. I’m riding again. I’m going to get it right, and I’ll be sexy doing it.”

With a firm grip on her upper arm, he gave the MC a chin nod. Again. And then to the bar, he shouted, “What do you think? Should we let the city girl have another go?”

Whoops and shouts exploded around her, and after a lifetime of playing demure and elegant, she pumped her fist. “Let’s do this.” She leaned closer to Brodie. “Got any tips for me?”

“Lean forward. Get your upper body over your rope hand. Use your free arm for balance—don’t flail it around like your hand’s on fire and you’re trying to put it out. Turn your toes out and dig in your heels.”

“Anything else?”

“When the bull jerks left, you lean right. Keep your upper body loose and your thighs tight.” He leaned in close to her ear. “Bet you’re real good at that one.”

Laughing, she smacked his arm. “That’s not something you’ll ever find out.”