“I expect you to treat her with respect.”
“She deserves nothing less than to be treated like a princess, sir.”
He snarled his lip slightly. “You realize you are all she has here.”
“I do. I also know how much her family and friends mean to her and I would never hold her back from anyone or anything.”
With a huff, Brad crossed his arms over his chest. “I’m not happy with this.”
I attempted to hold back my smile. “I see that.”
“Breakfast isn’t going to fix this situation.”
Now I was intrigued. “How do you propose we handle this so that you are happy?”
Brad let out a gruff laugh. “Oh, Gray, I’ll never be happy about this. Ever.”
Swallowing hard, I pushed off the counter and turned my focus back onto the food.
“You hunt?”
Jesus, that subject just got changed fast and I’m not so sure I like where it is going.
“Yes, sir. I’ve been hunting since I was about five.”
“That so?”
I took a chance and glanced over my shoulder, only to find Brad pinning me down with his stare. “Um . . . yeah. My best friend’s father took us all the time.”
“Really,” Brad said as he pulled the chair out at the island and sat down. “There a shooting range around here anywhere?”
Panic filled my body at the idea of giving this man a gun with me in the same room.
“Morning to my two favorite men
!” Meagan said as she practically skipped up and gave me a quick kiss on the lips before heading over to her dad.
“Why did he get the first kiss?”
Meagan froze as she looked between the two of us. Lifting my eyebrows, I turned back to the eggs that were now done. “Um . . . gosh I don’t know, Dad. I saw him first?”
“Huh,” Brad said as I attempted to hold back my grin.
“I was just asking Gray here if there is a shooting range we could hit up today.”
“Oh fun!” Meagan said as I snapped my head over to her. “Yeah, there’s a few, plus Gray has access to the range they use as well. He’s taken me there a couple times.”
Stop. Talking. Meagan.
Brad leaned back in his chair and looked at me. “Is that so? I say after this wonderful breakfast your fiancé made for us, we head to the range. Get some shots in.”
“Ahh—”
Meagan poured a cup of coffee and then reached into the refrigerator for the orange juice. “That sounds like fun. Doesn’t it, Gray?”
“Ahh—”
The smirk that spread across Brad’s face said it all. He’d won round one, but I’d be damned if he was going to win round two.