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Just another example of a pampered heiress not being right for the small town life.

I tuck my arms against my chest as Tanner quickly empties the gun and shoves it back at its owner. Then he spins me around so that he can tuck my head against his neck.

I’m disoriented and a little scared, but I’m still lucid enough to know that Tanner is pissed the hell off.

“Who in the goddamnfuckcarries a loaded handgun with them for a chill night in a country dive bar?” he rumbles, his breathing unsteady as he herds us out into the warm summer night.

In less than five seconds we’re at the passenger seat of his car, and he’s opening the door with a multitude of dangerous emotions flashing over his face.

“Where are Winter and–?” I begin.

“Already left. And I’ll text the guys. Get in.”

He opens the door wider, gently shoving me down onto the seat.

My legs dangle outside of the G-wagon. He ducks down under the roof so that he can tuck them carefully inside the car.

“That was really scary,” I whisper, hands on my chest as it beats up and down, crazy fast.

Tanner stills for a second, eyes on mine as he clicks my strap into the mechanism. “You were really brave in there. That wasn’t fair to you.”

“How did you know how to–?”

Tanner pulls back and quietly shuts the door. When he heaves down into the drivers’ side he rumbles, “There’s a man with a handgun in that bar. Cowboy or no cowboy, we don’t know him, so I’m not risking keeping you here for another second. We’ll talk on the road.”

He shoves his seatbelt into the lock, eyes on fire as he kicks the car into drive.

Chapter 16

Tanner

Present day

So much happened in the past five minutes that I stay silent for the whole ride, needing the time to just cool off.

Aisling sliding her thighs up and down that pole. The knowledge that every one of my teammates is smitten for her. Having her in my arms again with almost enough nerve to lean down and kiss her – only to find out that she’d gotten tipsy, which means that I had to rule that off the table.

Then there was the matter of her coming face to face with what was very clearly her first evergun, and trying my hardest to keep cool so that she didn’t freak out, when all I really wanted to do was bust that guy’s jaw for putting her in such an unfair situation in the first place.

I shove the car into park, rip off my seatbelt and throw my head back against the seat. I dig the heels of my palms into my eyes as a long groan shudders through my chest.

When I drop my hands I tilt my head to the right, looking down at Aisling’s beautiful face. She’s gives me a sulky pout.

I lean over to un-strap her seatbelt, grimacing when her chest brushes gently against my biceps.

“What?” I grunt, not pulling back as far as I should.

“How’d you know how to disengage a gun?” she asks, her chest pumping faster when I lean in to grab some of my stuff from the side in the door.

“We’re not talking about this right now,” I manage to rasp, turning to open my door.

But then she’s brushing her body firmly over mine so that she can halt my progress, her hand gripped around the handle even though I could easily lift it away. I meet her blazing eyes, her body heat radiating straight into my abdomen.

I give her a reluctant glance up and down, before leaning back in my seat, nostrils flaring as she cages me in with her palms on either side of my bouncing quads.

“Aisling,” I whisper, “I only wanna talk about this when you’re sober.”

“Three tiny shots,” she reminds me, although her voice is a husky uninhibited purr.

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