When she was done with that, I handed her back her ‘purse gun,’ too.
With both safely stowed, I couldn’t help myself.
I had to see how I’d not seen the gun beforehand. I knew for a fact that I’d snuck a peek at her ass at one point during our walk to the bank.
I leaned backward, catching the attention of a man now standing and brushing his neatly-pressed pants off, and took a look at her ass.
I could see the barrel of the gun—now.
“How the hell…” I said. “I should’ve been able to see that.”
Waylynn snorted.
“Would you like to go out to dinner with me?” the nicely-dressed man asked.
Waylynn turned to study the man that’d just asked that.
Just about that time, the man on the ground pulled a knife and lunged at Waylynn.
I reacted first and kicked the knife out of his hand just about the same time that Waylynn pulled her gun back out.
The little spitfire aimed it at the bank robber’s face and said, “Don’t touch that knife!”
The man stopped trying to scramble for it and froze.
He also lost control of his bladder.
I lost control of my ability to keep my cock from growing hard whenever Waylynn Jennings was around.
An hour later, we were finished answering the police officers’ questions, and I was finally able to deposit the money that I’d come into the bank specifically to do.
“That was fun,” Waylynn said as she walked out at my side. “Now, about why I was here today.”
I frowned at her.
“You’re not affected by what just happened at all?” I questioned.
She shrugged.
“My dad is an ex-Army Ranger. He was on the police force for about two years before he decided bullfighting was what he wanted to do with his life. But, he taught me everything he knows. I’ve been learning how to pie corners and clear a house since I was old enough to hold a Nerf gun. Trust me when I say, this shit doesn’t affect me like it would most girls.”
Every time she opened her mouth, she surprised me.
“What are you doing here, anyway?” I asked.
She rolled her eyes.
“The rodeo’s in town,” she snorted. “Duh.”
I looked at her with a question in my eyes.
“You’re wondering why I’m with my dad and not working, aren’t you?” she asked.
“Got it in one,” I confirmed.
She sighed and kicked a rock that was on the sidewalk.
“I had to.”
I didn’t bother asking her why.
Instead, when we got to my truck, I leaned against the cab, crossed my legs, and waited for her to start explaining.
She sighed.Chapter 2
I want to eat 5 meals a day. What motherfucker decided that it should only be two?
-Text from Waylynn to Darby
Waylynn
He was too beautiful for his own good.
Why was he so hot?
That was the question of the day, anyway.
Darby Valentine, the youngest of the Valentine boys, was hot as sin. Wickedly smart, and a goddamn genius. How was it fair that a man like him, with all those extra things that made him so freakin’ appealing, got brains, smarts, and common sense?
It wasn’t fair.
In fact, the man was so perfect that I hated him.
Then again, he would be perfect if he didn’t open his mouth.
But, that rarely ever happened when it came to that particular Valentine.
“Apparently everyone in Houston either wants me to have some experience or more education,” I said. “I’ve applied at over ten firms. They’ve all declined.” I scrunched up my nose and tried not to let my anger show. “When I applied at a few lower-level jobs, I was apparently overqualified. Frustrated, I came home for the summer.”
“You don’t live here,” the smart-ass man pointed out. “Your father lives in a trailer and is only home for a week at most before he heads out again.”
I was gritting my teeth, trying not to allow my anger at him show.
The thing was, I was pissed.
Not only had Darby double-majored, he’d also scored higher on all of his classes than me.
It was a hard pill to swallow watching someone that seriously didn’t give a single fuck making all As when he didn’t study for a test all night like you did.
“My father bought a house and some acreage here last week,” I told him. “Apparently, this is the ‘hopping’ place, according to him. That, and I think he’s getting tired of following the rodeo circuit around. When he’s finished with this season, he says he’s done.”
Surprised at my words, Darby sat back and crossed his arms over his chest.
The sexy way he was standing there, leaning against his truck, with his feet crossed out in front of him and his hat down low shading his eyes made me want to scream.
Or kiss him.
I wasn’t sure which at this point.
“Did he happen to purchase the old Camfire land?” he asked casually.
Too casually.
“Umm, yes?” I said. “That name sounds familiar.”