Trigger Happy (Girls with Guns, #2) by Ashley Bostock
Authors: Ashley Bostock
Tags: series, Contemporary Romance, Collections, CEO, Finance, Accounting, sexy series, girls with guns, credit union, dance competition, Silver Slippers Saloon, Gun shy, trigger happy, handguns, concealed weapon
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That’s why they have’em young. Young people can’t drive and have no idea what its like driving down the interstate on days like that.”
Blake finally shook his head once Gage looked over at him. Gage squinted his eyes, trying to decipher what the problem was but before he could ask, he heard her unmistakable voice.
“Well it’s no surprise that just when I thought you might actually be nice, you go and say some dickheaded comment to rein me back in. That competition is important to people for other reasons than just being able to dance for the football team. But what do you know? And who are you to criticize something you know entirely nothing about?”
Boy was she pissed. “Wow, did I miss something?” Gage looked to Blake for confirmation.
Blake nodded his head in affirmation; his green eyes watching Amber as if she might strike at any moment.
Gage could not grasp the look of hurt in Amber’s eyes. Nor did he understand why she had her hand, palm open across her heart, as if she were pressing down on an open wound.
“Whatever. One minute I would love to be nice to you and the next minute I want to use you for target practice!” Amber looked at Blake, “I’m leaving. Goodbye.”
Amber couldn’t get out of there fast enough. The first wave of tears hit before she was even out of the gate of the beer garden. She kept her head down, making her way through the booths toward her car. She sobbed uncontrollably then. With her hands on her steering wheel, she leaned her forehead onto her hands and cried. And cried. And cried. She could hardly form a coherent thought in her brain. All she could do was cry. Cry for her mother. Cry for her father. Cry for what their relationships could have become. Cry for herself. Because she had no one.
The entire day had gone so well. She and Gage Alexander, CEO had actually managed to get along. He had a great sense of humor, she had found out. He managed to make every woman that ordered a drink from him laugh. They all had the unmistakable look of attraction in their eyes as they waited for him to fill their cup. He was nice to all the ladies. Even her, for today.
A few times they had actually touched each other. A touch neither of them would admit was on purpose, yet they were the kind of touches that didn’t have to happen. Like when she was bending down reaching for more cups under the shelf, Gage bent next to her and touched her wrist and hand as he helped her pull them out. She herself did it when he was using the cash register and Blake was standing directly behind Gage. Instead of going around like any other person would do, the minute he closed the drawer, she slid in front of him to get by – her backside coming in to contact with all the hard places of his body.
It was such a respite from their normal run-ins; she had started to let her guard down. What had she been thinking? They had managed to get along so well today. Right up until he went and made that bonehead comment about who had come up with the whole grand prize for the winner of the competition. She hadn’t meant to hear him. But the minute she had, her heart broke. This entire thing meant more to her than any one-night fling with any man ever would and the fact that HE thought the idea was dumb, told her that he was not a man she wanted in her bed. EVER. No matter how his butt looked in the denim jeans he wore today or how the black t-shirt he wore clung to his muscles, allowing the world to see every definable feature he had.
How was it possible that something that meant the world to her, that was so important to her, could be perceived as idiotic to someone else? Trying to win this dance contest had literally consumed her every waking moment and the idea that someone she was so attracted to thinking it was silly, was unbelievable. The thought had never occurred to her. Now that it was out there, she couldn’t grasp how someone could think of the whole idea as meaningless – pointless!
Her
Blake finally shook his head once Gage looked over at him. Gage squinted his eyes, trying to decipher what the problem was but before he could ask, he heard her unmistakable voice.
“Well it’s no surprise that just when I thought you might actually be nice, you go and say some dickheaded comment to rein me back in. That competition is important to people for other reasons than just being able to dance for the football team. But what do you know? And who are you to criticize something you know entirely nothing about?”
Boy was she pissed. “Wow, did I miss something?” Gage looked to Blake for confirmation.
Blake nodded his head in affirmation; his green eyes watching Amber as if she might strike at any moment.
Gage could not grasp the look of hurt in Amber’s eyes. Nor did he understand why she had her hand, palm open across her heart, as if she were pressing down on an open wound.
“Whatever. One minute I would love to be nice to you and the next minute I want to use you for target practice!” Amber looked at Blake, “I’m leaving. Goodbye.”
Amber couldn’t get out of there fast enough. The first wave of tears hit before she was even out of the gate of the beer garden. She kept her head down, making her way through the booths toward her car. She sobbed uncontrollably then. With her hands on her steering wheel, she leaned her forehead onto her hands and cried. And cried. And cried. She could hardly form a coherent thought in her brain. All she could do was cry. Cry for her mother. Cry for her father. Cry for what their relationships could have become. Cry for herself. Because she had no one.
The entire day had gone so well. She and Gage Alexander, CEO had actually managed to get along. He had a great sense of humor, she had found out. He managed to make every woman that ordered a drink from him laugh. They all had the unmistakable look of attraction in their eyes as they waited for him to fill their cup. He was nice to all the ladies. Even her, for today.
A few times they had actually touched each other. A touch neither of them would admit was on purpose, yet they were the kind of touches that didn’t have to happen. Like when she was bending down reaching for more cups under the shelf, Gage bent next to her and touched her wrist and hand as he helped her pull them out. She herself did it when he was using the cash register and Blake was standing directly behind Gage. Instead of going around like any other person would do, the minute he closed the drawer, she slid in front of him to get by – her backside coming in to contact with all the hard places of his body.
It was such a respite from their normal run-ins; she had started to let her guard down. What had she been thinking? They had managed to get along so well today. Right up until he went and made that bonehead comment about who had come up with the whole grand prize for the winner of the competition. She hadn’t meant to hear him. But the minute she had, her heart broke. This entire thing meant more to her than any one-night fling with any man ever would and the fact that HE thought the idea was dumb, told her that he was not a man she wanted in her bed. EVER. No matter how his butt looked in the denim jeans he wore today or how the black t-shirt he wore clung to his muscles, allowing the world to see every definable feature he had.
How was it possible that something that meant the world to her, that was so important to her, could be perceived as idiotic to someone else? Trying to win this dance contest had literally consumed her every waking moment and the idea that someone she was so attracted to thinking it was silly, was unbelievable. The thought had never occurred to her. Now that it was out there, she couldn’t grasp how someone could think of the whole idea as meaningless – pointless!
Her
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