“Who won?” I asked, glancing between the two of them.
“I did,” Wolfe noted.
“How do you know?”
“Because I got the shots off first.”
“Oh.” I frowned. “I thought it would depend on who hit the target the most.”
“We both hit dead center every time,” Rhys noted and Wolfe grinned.
Wow. That was … impressive.
They’d obviously done this before.
“You workin’ tonight?” Wolfe asked and I realized the question was directed at me.
“Yeah.”
“You still workin’ for my sister?”
My eyebrows rose as I stared at the handsome sheriff. “Reagan’s your sister?”
Rhys glanced over at Wolfe, then back at me. “She’ll deny it if you ask her, but yeah.” He chuckled. “She’s my baby sister.”
Huh. I'd never thought to get Reagan’s last name.
Now that I thought about it, I did notice the resemblance. They had the same straight nose, the same dimpled chin. However, there were a few differences. Like their heights. Plus, Reagan had brown eyes while Rhys’s were a deep, dark blue.
“What time do you go on duty?” Wolfe asked Rhys.
“Six.” He glanced at his watch. “Which means I need to get goin’.” Rhys met my eyes. “Thanks for lettin’ me tag along.”
“Anytime,” I answered before thinking. Oddly enough, I meant that. I liked Rhys. He wasn’t as intimidating as I'd once thought. I had no idea when I'd changed my perception of him, but now that I knew he was Reagan’s brother, he seemed more approachable.
“I’ll catch y’all later.” Rhys smiled at me, and I once again found myself smiling back at him. “Try to keep our boy here outta trouble tonight.”
Looking over at Wolfe, I noticed he was grinning. A sexy, mischievous smile that said that wasn’t likely.
I smiled, too, the movement natural. “I’ll do my best.”
Wolfe nodded toward his truck as he double-checked his shotgun, likely ensuring it wasn’t loaded. Rhys checked his, then handed it over to Wolfe. “Come on. I’ll drive you back to your car.”
“I’m goin’ right by there,” Rhys noted, his tone soft, non-threatening. “If you’d like, I can drive you.”
I looked at Wolfe. I wasn’t sure what I should say. I didn’t mind the idea of Rhys taking me back to town, even if I didn’t like the idea of leaving Wolfe. Since he was already at home, it seemed like a waste of time and gas for him to drive all the way back though.
“Up to you, darlin’,” Wolfe said, making his way to the truck.
“I’ll … uh…” I glanced over at Rhys. “I’ll ride with you. If you really don’t mind.”
“Not at all.” Rhys walked over to his truck, opening the passenger door.
I stopped beside Wolfe. “Thank you. For this.” I glanced down at the ground. “Do you … uh … think we could do it again?”
His finger curled beneath my chin, gentle and warm. He lifted my face so I had to look at him. “Anytime you want. Just say the word. And next time I’m in town, I’ll see what the pawn shop has. It’d be good for you to have a shotgun, at the very least. But I want you comfortable with it first.”
I found another smile slipping free. When his finger dropped, I immediately missed his touch. I was sure he was just being friendly. The last thing I needed was for him to see how his touch had affected me. I liked it. A lot. For whatever reason, his touch was reassuring. It made me feel safe. Safer than I had in a very long time.
