Isobel’s eyes clung to Ryder like a lifeline as he left the arena, her gaze tracking the slow, powerful roll of his shoulders until the crowd swallowed him behind the wall. When he’d first stepped through the gate and lifted his hand to her, something wild had sparked in her chest. Now, that spark had caught flame, her pulse racing hot and fast beneath the denim at her collar.

Beside her, Rose shifted in her seat, the two of them drawn tight to the rail as the next riders set up behind the ...