At forty-five, with his collarbone broken, entry fees already paid, and feeling old, bullrider Cooper Lydell plunked his son Tommy on the bull for a change and watched in astonishment as his kid won top prize money and actually dismounted the bull. None of that messy cartwheeling to earth Cooper usually did. Father and son started to rake in cash. More than Cooper'd ever dreamed of. Coop was settling into the cushy life that had eluded him all those years when a blond bombshell in a red Mustang drove up out of nowhere and spirited his meal ticket-Tommy-away. And put Cooper on a search that...