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I didn’t have to ask why Wolfe had made the offer to teach her to shoot. That was pretty damn obvious. The woman was running from something. It only made sense that she knew how to take care of herself.
“You have a .22 in your truck?” Wolfe asked.
“No. Got a .45 though. Plus, a twelve-gauge and a thirty ought six.”
Wolfe shook his head. “Nah. I want her to focus on aim this go ’round.”
“Next time you invite me, I’ll bring one.” I peered up at him.
“You do that.”
We sat in silence for a few minutes while Amy continued to load and shoot, load and shoot. She was getting better, the target taking a few slaps from the slug with the last shots.
When she turned around to face us, she was sweating, but she was smiling. “I never thought shooting a gun would be fun.”
I smiled, then looked at Wolfe. “You up for a little friendly competition?”
“Always.” Wolfe hopped down from the wooden rail. “Mind if I borrow that, darlin’?”
Amy handed over the shotgun, and I grabbed the other that was lying across one of the barrels.
I smiled at Amy as I passed her, and my breath slammed to a halt in my lungs when she smiled back at me. It was a feeling I knew I would never forget for as long as I lived. Why it meant so much that she’d smiled at me the same way she’d smiled at Wolfe, I wasn’t sure, but it was something, all right.
“You ready, farm boy?” I taunted, then hopped the railing to the side closest to the targets.
Wolfe hopped over, then reached back and grabbed several shells. I did the same. Once loaded, I turned to my friend, nodded, then faced the targets.
There was no doubt who would win, but I was all for giving it my best shot.
Chapter Six
Amy
I had never in my life felt the sort of exhilaration I felt when I'd fired Wolfe’s shotgun. I wanted to continue, but my shoulder was already sore, my arms like cooked spaghetti noodles, loose and limp. So I stood back and watched as Wolfe and Rhys hopped the small wooden fence and moved toward the target.
Another shot of adrenaline flooded my veins as I watched the two men. Sexy men wearing boots, jeans, and T-shirts, and wielding shotguns. I wasn’t sure I was supposed to be turned on by the sight of them, but I was.
They both exuded some serious sex appeal. Tall, lean, muscular… And their butts. Yum. Encased in Wrangler jeans, these two were the reason for the saying “Wrangler butts drive me nuts.” Or at least I thought that was a saying. If not, it was still true.
Did all women find this hot? Or was it just me?
They pulled the shotguns up to their shoulders, aimed.
Wolfe’s deep voice rumbled something I couldn’t make out and then…
Click-click. Boom!
I jumped when they fired their first shots, the sound reverberating off the trees in the distance.
Click-click. Boom!
Both men continued, rapid-firing the full six shots as they moved one step closer to the target each time. Wolfe got all six of his shots off first, but Rhys wasn’t far behind.
Both men looked at one another and grinned.
From this distance, I had no idea who had hit the most targets.
While my stomach churned with excitement, I waited for them to join me.
