Serving Trouble (Second Shot 1)

And Noah wanted to stay right here and shoot at fucking paper.

“You didn’t hear a word we said, did you?” Ryan smiled, looking more like a movie star type than a football hero—­probably because he’d rarely taken the field as the backup kicker. And Ryan sure as shit didn’t look like a future air force pilot.

Noah forced a grin. “Had my ears on.”

“I said I bet Travis is glad you went after him with your fists,” Dominic informed him. “Not your pistol.”

“Yeah.” Noah shoved his hands in his pockets, his knuckles still raw from sparring with Travis Taylor. He’d had the upper hand. He’d approached the kid angry and knowing he planned to land a hit or two. Sure, he’d waited two weeks, giving Josie’s face time to heal so that no one would connect the pieces.

“Any reason you hit my sister’s boyfriend?” Dominic asked mildly.

“Ex-­boyfriend,” Noah corrected. He turned to the table to pick up his gear.

Dominic held out a hand to help. “They’ve broken up before and gotten back together.”

“They won’t this time.” Noah shook his head, declining his friend’s helping hand, and headed for the viewing gallery.

“Why?” Dominic demanded, abandoning his easy-­going tone. “What the fuck happened?”

“Ask your sister,” Noah said. “But our fight—­”

“That wasn’t a fight,” Ryan jumped in once they were alone in the small room designed for spectators. A bulletproof glass window separated the space from the range where the other shooters were heading back to the line.

“You took Travis out, man,” Ryan continued. “At least that’s what I heard.”

“He pissed me off.” Noah shrugged and headed for the gun case he’d stashed in the corner with his duffel. “And it wasn’t all about Josie.”

I wanted to make sure the kid thinks twice before hurting another woman. I wanted Travis to remember how his damn nose felt when I landed that hit.

“Some kid pisses you off and you swing?” Dominic said from behind him. “Why didn’t you drive your temper over here, to the shooting range?”

“I did,” he admitted, closing his case. Afterward. He picked up his stuff and turned around, ready to get the hell away from here.

“She won’t tell me anything,” Dominic said, and he moved closer, blocking Noah’s path to the door.

Noah stared at his friend and saw the same determination that had radiated from Josie the other night. “Look, it’s not my story to tell. But I’ll say this. That asshole Travis doesn’t deserve her and he won’t go near her again.”

His best friend since damn near forever stared back at him as if waiting for Noah to crack and spill more about what had led to Travis Taylor’s broken nose.

Noah just held his gaze.

Finally, Dominic took a step back. “Thanks for looking out for her. I wish you’d tell me what went down . . .”

Noah shook his head.

“But,” Dominic continued, his face breaking into a rare smile, “as long as you’re taking on the big brother role—­”

“I’m not . . .” But he couldn’t finish the sentence. Because when it came to Josie, he wasn’t about to tell Dominic he’d ever considered another role.

“Hey, now.” His friend held up his hands. “You’re not encroaching. I’ve looked out for her crazy ass long enough. You’re welcome to take a turn. Though I should warn you that if you break any more noses my dad might get suspicious. I’m not part of the force anymore, so I can’t bring you in for questioning and all.”

“I’m not going to start another fight.” Noah tried to move toward the door, but Dominic sidestepped and blocked his path.

“Where are you heading in such a hurry?” Dominic asked. He wasn’t threatening now, he was teasing. “Beach date with your grandmother?”

Ryan laughed and Noah shook his head. “So Josie told you that much, huh?”

“Yeah,” his friend said. “And I figured that as long as you were feeling like a big brother and all, you could take Josie with you.”