Page 75 of Wildest Dreams

It’s a sleek baby pink iPhone, and I’m pretty sure it only came out around a year ago.

I narrow my eyes on it for a moment and then blink myself out of the thought, my eyes flicking down to hers and shaking my head to silently tell her that it doesn’t matter.

For now.

She gives me an equally suspicious look as she slides the phone back into her pocket and then swishes her hair dramatically, slapping her ponytail across my jaw. She turns to watch the guy behind the counter input our details into his computer.

I breathe out a laugh and rub my hand over my stubble, savouring the sting of the whip as she tries not to smile at her own naughtiness.

“You been to a range before?”

I collect our IDs as he slides them back across the counter. “Yes, sir,” I tell him.

He nods and gestures to the board near the door to his left, which then leads out to the range behind him.

“Instructions and policies are on the board anyway. You have to read ’em all or I can’t let you through.” He takes a pen and two forms from the pile on the wooden counter and pushes them in our direction. “Fill out the forms, I’ll brief you, and then you have one hour on the green. Targets are set up from section three to seven.”

I nod. “Thanks.”

As I steer Aisling over to the two armchairs, she whispers to me, “‘Yessir’? Lord, you reallyarea country boy.”

I give her a little smirk as she looks up at me with curious eyes, squeezing her tighter against my side before depositing her in the comfiest looking chair of the two. I kneel down in front of her, setting the forms on her perfect golden knees.

I hold the pen out to her and she deliberates for a beat before quickly snatching it.

“Is this okay?” I ask her quietly as she glances nervously between me and the document. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to, but if you do I’ll show you everything that you need to know.”

She stares at me with those big unblinking eyes for a long deliberating beat and then she gives me a little nod, tucking a loose curl behind her ear as she begins filling in the paperwork.

When she finishes with her form, she places it carefully on the armrest. Then she begins to slowly fill out mine.

I watch in mildly amused silence as she frowns down at the boxes asking for personal information, and she hesitantly begins writing in the boxes that she knows the answers to. She slowly fills in the word ‘Tanner’ in the prettiest, loopiest handwriting that I’ve ever seen.

Warmth fills my chest and I give her another squeeze, loving everything about this moment.

She poises the pen over the next box, pretty eyes flicking up to meet mine.

“Surname?” she asks, blinking at me innocently.

I shake my head at her and smirk. “You’re real funny.”

Her brow quirks in curiosity, beautiful eyes still blinking at me expectantly.

I suddenly drop the smirk, glancing down at the form.

And then my eyes fly back up to hers.

“Aisling.” I stare at her, and her pen-hand twitches expectantly.

Oh my God.

No way.

There isno fucking waythat she doesn’t know this.

I drag one of my palms down my face because, yeah – she doesn’t fucking know.

“Aisling,” I grind out. “Tannerismy surname.”

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