Seducing Texas (So not Prince Charming #2)(27)

Fire shoots from those dark eyes. She stabs a long manicured finger at him. “You kiss her again, and we’re done. I don’t care what the suits say.”

What the hell is she talking about? Who would tell him to date another woman and why would he listen when he has the woman he obviously loves?

“Do you want me to go to prison?” he defends, bumping up my curiosity.

Cyn shoves him with both palms this time. Well, she tries to. “Not if it means you playing tonsil hockey with that bitch.”

She doesn’t take any shit from him, and I have to laugh. That’s for sure. Willa is sweeter, not as much confidence, yet the girl is smart. I read her bio at the studio.

I don’t record any of Cyn’s and Shane’s conversation because it doesn’t seem right. Does it have anything to do with the hooligans harassing Cyn?

Cowboys are supposed to help these girls shoot, but I get the impression Cyn and Willa know exactly what they’re doing. Fay may have some trouble though. Travis and Lynch stand behind Willa, eyeing her arse like it’s edible, but that should belong to me.

Willa presses a few buttons to bring the target forward on the track. She clips on a new target sheet and pushes it back the maximum length of 25 yards.

She gives Travis a wary look. He steps up first to show her how it’s done. He’s the arsehole drunk from last night. She should tell him to take a hike. When he goes for her gun, she pushes him back, loads a clip, chambers the first round, and unloads. She can shoot. It must go with the hooligans. Their dad is in jail for selling drugs. If my cock lets me, I may have to reconsider pursuing her.

Anger engrains into Travis’s clenched jaw and flames his face. Losing his temper around loaded guns isn’t good, and I’ll make sure his bad judgment doesn’t happen here.

I stop recording. “Travis, relax the cracks, amigo.”

He gives me a strange look, so I add, “Chill.”

The director doesn’t like me interfering because conflict is good, but I don’t want Willa to be caught in the middle, especially considering the loaded firearms.

She brings the target back that’s riddled with bullet holes in the center. “See if you can top that.” She shouldn’t encourage this arsehole. She may be a better shot, but I’ve seen a few blokes in the States, including me da, who don’t have a problem hitting a woman. If that happens, I’ll have to step in and beat the arse senseless.

Travis fumes and balls his fist. His hand unclenches and reaches for Willa. No, you don’t.

Wyatt, one of the other cowboys, shoots out of his seat. He doesn’t reach her first. I do. I throw Travis into the concrete wall behind us, his head hitting with a terrifying thud.

“Willa doesn’t choose you,” I growl. “Yer don’t get a rose. Get the f*ck out of here, and if I see yer near her again, yer’ll eat your balls for breakfast,” I say only to him.

I take his gun from his bag, unload it, and pocket his bullets. Without giving it back, I shove him to the front. Shane takes up my rear, and I’m glad. He looks like he could tackle a f*cking bear.

The director yells, “What’s going on? Aedan, you need to stay out of this.”

The range manager comes out and yells at Travis, “You can’t harass the other gunmen. Don’t come back in here again. You’re banned from here. Do you understand?” Using his phone, he takes a photo of Travis. “If you come here again, I’ll press charges.”

While the bouncer escorts Travis out, the manager turns on the director. “We can’t have people in here losing their temper. Do you get me? No more incidents.”

I catch up to Travis. Keeping the bullets, I stuff the gun back in his bag and shove it into his hands. “I don’t want to see yer again.”

He grumbles out some obscenity before clearing the door.

Shane leans over the guy and picks him up by his shirt. “He’s being nice to you. If I see you again near Willa, I’ll snap your neck in two.”

Under Shane’s shadow, Travis visibly shakes.

We step back into the firing range where Cyn teaches Fay to load a revolver. It’s an older 38 special.

“Be careful,” Cyn says to Fay. “The revolver doesn’t have a safety.”

Fay almost drops the gun, and Cyn clutches her chest like she’s having a heart attack. I’m glad I’m not teaching Fay. My experience with guns is limited. I hunted as a wee lad but that’s mainly it. I’ve never shot an assault rifle like what some of them have.

Tanner ambles over to Fay. “I can take it from here.”

“Are you sure?” Cyn says, concern washing over her expression.

He’s the same cowboy who helped Fay up after she fell off the mechanical bull. She grins big at him, so she must’ve dressed for him.

“You look nice, but why don’t you take off your heels?” Tanner says patiently. “It’ll be easier.”

Utter joy sparkles in her eyes. She nods and steps out of her shoes.

She shakily puts the bullets into the revolver. “Is this right?”

“Keep your finger off the trigger,” he says. “Never put your finger there until you’re ready to shoot.”

She clumsily handles the gun, almost dropping it again, but this time it’s loaded. Tanner has the patience of a saint.