Seducing Texas (So not Prince Charming #2)(37)

Shane drives us to the Canyon Lands. The parking lot is empty, and it appears that the film crew has cleared out.

“Why didn’t she call me?” I ask more to myself. “We had a long talk last week about Aedan and letting me know where she is at all times.” My nerves bundle tightly together, tensing my already sore muscles.

“Check your phone,” Shane says.

I glance down at it, and she texted that she’d meet me at home. I wasn’t listening for my phone during our passionate interlude. Relief floods me, and Shane speeds to the townhouse.

Willa’s car is parked in the driveway and so is Aedan’s truck. He must’ve brought her home. I consider a lecture, but I’m glad he brought her back instead of waiting out in the middle of nowhere.

“That’s odd,” I say, bile rising in my throat. “The front door is open.”

I don’t wait for Shane but hurry inside. Aedan lies unconscious on the floor.

“Willa,” I scream, frantically searching the other rooms.

She doesn’t respond, and I crumple onto the floor. All my nerves unravel, and I break down. No, not Willa.





Chapter Willa


When the director fires Aedan, my heart disintegrates in my chest. He’s using the money to help his sister through school. By the time the shoot ends, I’ve had it with Lynch and sick from losing Aedan. After he left, Lynch slobbered all over me. I constantly pushed his dirty paws away from me. This won’t happen again. I’m done. If I have to date, I’ll go out with Wyatt, even though my heart isn’t in it.

Plain and simple, I want Aedan.

I ride the horse back to the parking lot. Aedan is waiting in his truck, so I text Cyn. I lead the horse into the trailer and then look for the director. Good. He’s already left, so there’s no more drama for a while. I walk over to Aedan’s truck, not bothering to say goodbye to Lynch.

The buzz of attraction for Aedan drowns out Lynch’s whiny voice. I hated telling Aedan we can’t date, and I can’t stand Lynch. If he kisses me again, I’ll bite his tongue off.

Without asking, I climb into the truck.

“I didn’t think we could go out,” he says, his lips curling up into a delightfully devilish grin.

“Could you drive me home?” I don’t want to wait out here alone for Cyn and Shane.

He nods. “How long do yer think the series will run?”

I shouldn’t even get a ride from him. “I don’t know.” I take in a deep breath. “I like you.”

“Yer like me stealing kisses.”

The Canyon Lands parking area has cleared out. “I do.” I lean over to lock lips with him. Our tongues collide, and my body sizzles.

His hands never wander from my hips, but his lips never leave mine. I eventually have to catch my breath and push him away, heaving in a huge breath.

He nips my nose, and my breasts prickle from his touch. “Are yer sure yer sister won’t reconsider?”

“I’m eighteen. She can’t legally tell me what to do, but I love and trust her.” Worn out from Manny and reality TV drama, I close my eyes and inhale the scent of Aedan. I’d like to stay with him forever and not deal with Manny ever again. “We should go home. Otherwise my sister may explode.”

“Sit close to me,” Aedan says, clicking the middle seatbelt around me.

My head leans on his shoulder, and I want our relationship to go further, but we can’t, not now. “You don’t blame me for losing your job?”

“No. I’ll find another. There are a couple studios I’ve never applied to, and I had to defend your honor.”

His comment removes some of my guilt. “I can’t go out with Lynch again. He’s an ass.”

“Wyatt’s not for you either. I’m the best man for you.” Aedan drives us away, and after an hour, pulls into the driveway. He gets out to open my door.

“Would you come in?” I ask. I shouldn’t ask, but I can’t resist him. I want him to hold me.

“Are yer sure?”

I don’t want to let go. He follows me into the townhouse, and we’ve gotten the place cleaned up since the break-in, so it’s presentable.

“I won’t overstay my welcome,” he says, making himself at home on the couch. He pats the seat beside him, and I curl up next to his solid arms and chest, tucking my legs underneath me.

“I don’t give up easily either,” he says, giving me that rakish grin I’ve learned to love.

The doorbell rings, so I get up to answer it. Looking through the peephole, I don’t see anyone. I peek out the window and still don’t see anyone.

“There’s no one there,” I say, though my nerves are a bit rattled. I can’t help but think about the drug cartels. “It could be kids playing ding-dong-ditch.”

Cyn went to talk to Juarez, and I hope it’s only to talk about Manny. I don’t want to live under Manny’s oppression anymore and Juarez may know a way for us to stop him.

Before I sit back down next to Aedan, the door crashes open and five tatted Latin men, wearing heavy chains and navy blue bandanas and pointing guns, rush me. My heart rate spikes. Aedan is up on his feet, but a gun is shoved into his face.

“Don’t shoot him,” I cry, stumbling backward and shielding him with my body.