Seducing Texas (So not Prince Charming #2)(26)

I get the distinct impression they won’t. Cyn is like a mama cat when it comes to Willa, but those men look dangerous. How can she protect Willa?

“Would you like a soda?” I ask Willa.

I could buy a gun, even though I know nothing about them.

I pull out a seat for her because I want to touch her. I’d like to kiss those blossoming lips that are a deep shade of plum.

“So why did you come here?” Willa asks. “How did your mom meet Dallas?”

“He worked out of Ireland, and he used to live with us. I was eight when he left and Caitlin was five. Me ma died, and Caitlin thought Da would want us. He acted like he’d never met her. It crushed her. When he died, she thought maybe then he’d recognize her in his will. He didn’t, and it devastated her.”

The way her ebony eyes bore into me sends a flurry of nervousness into my gut. I’ve had my fair share of bonnie lasses but never a raven-haired beauty like Willa. She’s looks like a demon temptress but is honeyed, like sweet cake. She’ll probably give me a sugar rush or a cavity.

“I came here to help Caitlin with college and get her through Dallas’s rejection. He’s an evil son-of-a-bitch. She’s contesting his will for back child support. He never gave Ma a bloody pence after he left.”

Her smile works into me, and my blood rushes to my cock. With it doing all the thinking, I’m guaranteed to make poor decisions.

“Do you like working for the studio?” she asks, those beautiful eyes peering into mine.

Sweat breaks out on my brow. What has this woman done to me? “I’d rather be doing documentaries. Before our da died, I’d raised enough funds to film the secrets of the Scottish Isles.”

Her thick dark lashes flutter, and my heart picks up its pace. I think this girl has put a spell on me, like the ole wives’ tales of the Druid priestesses.

Her smile settles into my chest, setting it on fire. “That sounds romantic. Is that what you studied at the university?”

“Yes.” I need to change the subject before I embarrass myself with my expanding woody. “What do you plan to study next year?”

Disappointment crinkles that olive-skinned brow. Yer’d think she’d be happy I enquired about her through work. I’d learned she’s still in high school—a wee bit young but at eighteen, it’s workable. “Actually film.”

“Yer flirting with me. If yer messing with me head, I may have to kiss yer again.” I can’t help that I’m constantly thinking about those plump, delightfully tasty lips.

She blushes.

“Cat got yer tongue?” I ask teasingly, and her face blossoms into a deeper shade of crimson. It’s a good look on her.

Cyn is watching out the window of the place. “Time to get to work.” She gives me a sour look, which tells me she doesn’t approve. She must think I’m too old for her. I have four or five years on Willa, not too much. I recently turned twenty-three.

They also could lose their contract, and I’d hate to be the cause of that, but I have a hard time ignoring Willa. She’s too pretty, too tempting, and too sweet. I can’t explain how much I like her, and I hate those wankers hitting on her. I could’ve killed Travis yesterday. I’ve done a bit of boxing in my day and could’ve put him to sleep easily.

I finish adjusting my rig for today’s filming while the shooting range manager comes out to explain to the ladies the rules and what they’ll do.

Cyn has on jeans and more sensible shoes today while Fay strolls into the gun club in a dress. How does she expect to shoot in skyscraper heels? She’s holding a bag that weighs down her arm so that she’s dragging it on the concrete.

“What did you bring?” Cyn asks, opening Fay’s bag.

“Most of my dad’s guns,” Fay says. “I wasn’t sure which one I should shoot.” Her eyes go crazy with confusion.

“Don’t get any out, and I’ll help you,” Cyn says.

Fay looks uncertain. “Are you sure?”

Fay is completely different from her two sisters, fair-skinned and blue-eyed while Cyn and Willa have a strong vein of Latin coursing through their blood. I’d read about their troubles in the paper, losing their ma and their da going to jail.

I pick up Willa’s bag to take it down to a slot for her to shoot inside. This place has an outdoor range too, but the ladies will start indoors.

“Thank you,” she says, and her smile creeps under my tongue that would like to wrap around hers and dance a little jig.

A woman working gun sales hands each of the cameramen earmuffs, so I thank her. That’s when six cowboys straggle into the range. Three for Willa, which I don’t like and the other three are for Fay, though she and Tanner gave each other the glad eye.

Shane shows up with high tech gear. He’s a serious gun owner. Cyn shrugs him off and gives him a dirty look. Kissing that blonde at the bar has lit a fire under her arse.

I don’t know what’s going on between them, but he wasn’t chasing the blonde away. I may have been a son-of-a-bitch in my younger days, but I’ve never cheated on or had a lass on the side.

Shane wraps his arms around her, and it’s useless for her to fight him. He’s a big, powerful guy. I feel like a dwarf next to him, and I’m six-one.

“You know I can’t do anything about her,” Shane says.