CHAPTER 33

“Oh hush, Channing. You’re doing fine.”

“How long did it take you to learn to tie quick release knots?”

Gemma grinned. “I learned when I was five, so I’ve been doing it a long time. Come on. Let’s get this tack hung up. I need to check on my stock before the rodeo starts.”

Channing looped the nylon rope over her shoulder, picked up the saddle and blanket and followed Gemma into the back of the horse trailer. “Thanks for letting me shower here this morning.”

“Little cramped in Trevor’s rig with you and them three big cowboys, huh?”

No, it was a little uncomfortable after what’d happened last night—whatever the hell it’d been. She wasn’t exactly sure. And she’d had no desire to face Colby this morning, at least until she had her wits about her. Or if she figured out what’d gone on. She sighed.

“You gonna tell me what’s eating at you, girl?”

Channing didn’t answer.

“Well, something’s literally been eating at you. Does Colby know he left them big hickeys all over your neck? And streaks of