I chuckled. “Yeah. Well, I had some help. My dad’s pretty handy with a hammer, and Lynx’s good with tile.”
“How long did it take?”
“About a year.”
“That’s impressive. More so that you had family to help you.”
“Yeah, well, in return, I helped my dad upgrade the kitchen in the apartment.” I smirked. “And Lynx … because he helped, I don’t stomp his ass when he makes a fool outta himself.”
I pulled the truck to a stop out near the makeshift range Lynx and I had put up. It wasn’t much more than a tin roof awning with a railing and a few barrels set up about thirty yards from two bales of hay along the fence line.
“This is it?” Amy glanced around, her eyes wide as she took it all in.
I had no idea what she was thinking.
“This is it,” I confirmed. “I’ve got a couple shotguns in the back. Figured we’d start with that.”
“Okay.”
Opening my door, I glanced over at her. “Stay there. I’ll open the door for you.”
Not waiting for a response, I hopped out of my truck.
As I headed over to help Amy out, I hoped like hell I could make it through the next hour without making a complete fool of myself. Whatever it was about this girl, I felt like a gangly teenage boy all over again. My hormones were on the fritz.
God only knew how bad it would get when Rhys showed up.
Rhys
I pulled up in time to see Wolfe getting Amy situated with a shotgun. He was helping her with her stance, and I had to sit in my truck for a second longer than I should have.
My dick was being a nuisance as I took in the sight of Wolfe touching Amy. It was a sight most people wouldn’t have thought twice about, but since my most recent fantasies involved the two of them in a similar position, only naked, horizontal, and without the shotgun, I was having to count backward from one hundred. If I got out now, there’d be absolutely no way to disguise the hard-on threatening to break my damn zipper.
It wasn’t that I cared that Wolfe saw it, but I knew for damn sure that Amy wasn’t ready for me to declare my craving to strip her naked and feast on her for a while. Hell, I wasn’t sure she’d ever be ready for that. Certainly not ready to be the filling in a sandwich that had Wolfe on one side and me on the other.
Wolfe peered over his shoulder at my truck but then turned back to the task at hand.
One hundred.
Ninety-nine.
Ninety-eight.
Wolfe said something to Amy. She adjusted the protective glasses on her face, then loosened her stance. Wolfe helped her position her hands around the gun, then pointed out toward the target. He took a step back and then we were both watching her.
After a few seconds of hesitation, Amy pulled the trigger, the recoil knocking her back, but Wolfe was there to steady her. She looked up at him over her shoulder, shifting the ear protection off one ear, and I was surprised to see she was smiling. A grin that held a million megawatts and transformed her from cute to downright beautiful. I had no idea what Wolfe said to her, but she nodded, and they went through the motions once more.
Eighty-nine.
Eighty-eight.
Eighty-seven.
Yeah. This was bullshit.
I was a grown man, not some horny fucking teenager. Surely I could get out of my truck, walk over to them, and not slobber all over myself in an effort to stave off the lust. It had been a difficult week. I'd done my best to stay away from the pair of them, wanting to play it cool. As much as I wanted to kick this into high gear, to make my move and see what their reactions were, I knew I couldn’t. I needed to lie low for a while. There were too many prying eyes on Wolfe and Amy right now. Ever since she’d started working at Cedar Door, rumors had started. There were some doozies, too.
Amy was Lynx’s long-lost sister.
