Seducing Texas (So not Prince Charming #2)(16)

The director pushes a contract toward us. Fay picks it up. “I’ll drop this by our family lawyer today.”

Royce is someone we’ve trusted for years. The producer hands us a copy too. I glance through it. “It says we can’t have a boyfriend or date anyone on staff.” Disappointment plasters my face and curls my lips downward. I’d like to take Aedan for a spin.

“I have a boyfriend,” Cyn says. “And I’m not giving him up.”

“One woman is workable but no one else,” the producer says. “We may be able to work your boyfriend into the show.”

I probably won’t even get to see Aedan.

“I doubt Shane would want to,” Cyn says.

From the producer’s expression, he’s not happy with Cyn’s attitude. “We’ll also add a western theme to the show and we’d like to start at a country western bar. You ladies could bartend and we’ll work the bachelors into the setting.”

That could be fun.

We take the papers and walk out. Fay heads to her Mercedes because she took Mom’s old car. It hurts a little bit to see it. Mom took us everywhere in that car.

I glance back at Aedan’s truck. He’s getting something out of it, so I grin silly.

“Hello, ladies,” he says in that deep sexy Irish brogue while walking toward us. The tee hugs his broad shoulders and he wears faded jeans. He’s black Irish, dark hair but brilliant blue eyes, tall and very masculine. He looks hot, and I fan myself.

“Have I met you?” he asks me, a playful glint in his eyes.

He doesn’t remember me, and my heart jumps off a cliff.

“You don’t remember us?” Cyn asks, coming to the rescue. “You kissed my sister.” She nods to me, and my face heats up like an inferno.

“I would’ve remembered kissing a pretty lass,” he says, smiling at me and eyeing me up and down.

“You were drunk,” Cyn adds.

He scratches his head. “That would’ve been at me da’s grave. Not a good day.”

“You don’t remember us driving you home?” Cyn asks incredulously.

Please remember. My fingers and toes are crossed.

Amusement flashes in his eyes, and I wonder what he’s up to. “Nope, but my sister does,” he says, winking at me.

Is he messing with me? How could he not remember our kiss unless I’m not memorable? His kiss is stamped into my memory for eternity.

Fay has left her car to join us when I wish she wouldn’t. Standing next to one beautiful woman is bad enough. Maybe he’s decided to hit on one of them and that explains the sudden memory loss. My sisters are beautiful.

“It appears Aedan is related to you,” Cyn says to her. “He’s like a cousin to you.”

“Really?” she studies him, sizing him up like she would any man. If she’s interested, I’m as good as dead to this man, though I already am.

“He’s Dallas’s son,” I say. He’s even more handsome sober. Those jeans are in love with his butt, like I am.

“It doesn’t surprise me,” Fay says. “He was a wild one. If you need a character witness, let me know. He gave his millions to the dogs, literally.”

Aedan mentioned the Humane Society. Why would Dallas do that if he had children? That was a shitty thing to do.

“I should get back to work,” Aedan says, “but thanks for the offer.”

His gaze lingers on me. I must be imagining it.

“Will you be working on the Riches to Rags show?” I ask, not hiding my excitement. Please, please, please.

“Yes, I am. I guess I’ll see you ladies this weekend at Midnight Cowboy’s.”

Isn’t that where Cyn’s sorority sisters like to go dancing?

“The director forgot to mention it was that bar,” Cyn says, sounding perturbed. She turns around and returns to the director’s office.

I watch Aedan walk away, and he watches Cyn. He looks good coming and going, other than his eyes glued to my sister’s butt.

Fay smirks. “Can’t date the hired help, Willa. Maybe after the show you can chase Mr. Fills-Out-His-Pants-Well.”

“He didn’t even remember kissing me,” I whine, slumping my shoulders.

Fay lays her palm on my back. “Don’t worry. He was looking at you and studying you hard.”

“He was watching Cyn’s butt,” I complain.

“You need to pay attention. He turned around to see if you were watching him. I think he was toying with you.”

“He did? He was?” How did I miss that? Because I thought he was eyeing Cyn. I have no confidence around men, and I shouldn’t be so down on myself. Cyn is always boosting my ego by telling me how pretty I am. She couldn’t possibly be right. When it comes to my feelings, Cyn’s like Mom. Since her death, she’s been really good to me.

Cyn comes back out. “Here, Fay. This is a copy of the schedule. They plan on shooting all weekend, so we better practice up on mixing drinks and shooting.”

“Guns?” Fays says.

“Yes. You’ve shot your dad’s, haven’t you?” Cyn asks.

I was thinking the same thing.

Fay crinkles her brow. “No.”

“We’ll show you,” Cyn says.