Gunslinger. Angi Morgan

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СКАЧАТЬ He deceived her and all the residents of Hico.

      “Does Mrs. Mackey know you’re a cop?” She placed both her feet flat on the ground and sat straight in her chair. She knew all about body language and she was being as inhospitable as possible.

      “Not a cop.”

      “Is there a difference?”

      “Technicalities mostly. Honor. A code that’s hard to understand.” He set the hat on one knee and leaned back against the vinyl chair.

      She understood all too well why he winced. It was the reason she wore a special UV-protected shirt with long sleeves. “I have some aloe that will help that burn.”

      “I’ll be okay. If you wouldn’t mind answering a few questions about the Tenorenos—” He pulled free of the chair, gritting his teeth so hard the muscles jumped in his jaw.

      “I’ll be right back.”

      Summing up her options had become second nature. She hadn’t been spontaneous in five lonely years. It had taken over an hour to decide to ask Bryce to retrieve her pole saw.

      Should she grab the handgun she’d hidden in the bathroom in case of a bad situation like this?

      It should have already been decided. She’d weighed all the variables when she’d bought the gun and learned how to use it. If Bryce hadn’t been in the house, she’d be talking to herself, debating. But he was in the house and he’d most likely leave if she just asked.

      That was the rub. She hadn’t asked.

      Why? She was ready to move past living this way and had made the decision after she’d met him last week. That’s why. He was already part of an idea that would rescue her from her routine.

      She looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. The gun was in a hidden compartment behind a picture. It had taken her weeks to build it herself. The result was amateurish, but it was covered by a frame and no one knew about it.

      Pulling the aloe from the cupboard, she longed to be brave or a little fearless. It had been quite a while since she’d felt like life was to be lived with reckless abandon.

      “Get lost?” Bryce’s deep voice penetrated her body like a shock. He stood at the edge of the kitchen. He hadn’t followed.

      Her breath caught in her throat like an air bubble or hiccup. Maybe it was more like trying not to cry. Whatever it was, she was uncertain and confused. There was no reason to automatically trust this man.

      No reason to help him with answers about the Tenorenos or his sunburn.

      Bottle of lotion in hand, she turned to his smiling pink face confident that she’d thought out her plan a thousand times and it was the right thing to do. She shoved the lotion into his chest. He caught it with one hand while the other held on to his hat.

      “As much as I want to celebrate five years of freedom, I know that I’ll never be free from the Tenoreno family. I had hopes but nothing will change that. So I’d like you to leave, Bryce. Just go away.”

      * * *

      BRYCE HAD BEEN asked to leave. As a Texas Ranger, he should. As a man who had delivered news that clearly upset this woman...he couldn’t.

      “You have no reason to trust me, Kylie.” He watched her chest rise, inhaling air to state her defense and pushed on before she could. “I do see why trusting anyone would be almost impossible. You asked me what the difference was between a cop and a Texas Ranger. We don’t have an agenda.”

      “I’d still like you to leave and I think you have to now.”

      “I’m not leaving until I explain.”

      “I wish you wouldn’t.” She flattened against the wall.

      Was she afraid? She should be. Her ex-husband was turning out to be as bad and deceptive as his father. “Xander Tenoreno lost the police detail this morning. There’s a chance he could be headed here.”

      He wondered how Kylie had ever managed to fool anyone about her fake history. With every mention of her ex’s name she paled and practically became a different person. Her entire demeanor changed. Now was no different, her eyes darted to the bath, her hand rubbed her side—probably one of the bullet-wound scars.

      “You told Xander so you could get me to do your bidding. You’re all the same. Out only for your own selfish interests—”

      “Kylie!” He raised his voice and reached for her wrist.

      A couple of seconds later, the bottle of lotion she’d given him went flying against the wall and he was lying on his back wondering how he’d been outmaneuvered.

      “Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I’ve done that in practice, but never... I didn’t mean to—oh, no.” Kylie knelt next to him alternating between a pat on his shoulder and his head.

      “You’ve been taking...martial arts.” He needed a second to get his lungs working correctly.

      “Aikido. It just sort of kicked in. I knew I was nervous. I guess I should have tried to calm down.” She covered her mouth. “Can you get up?”

      “I think I’ll just wait here for a second.”

      She smiled. It was worth being knocked to his back to see her relax enough to smile like that.

      “You know, I never thought it would work. The moves are so practiced and mechanical. This is really sort of cool.”

      “Tell that to my back.”

      “I’m so sorry. Are you going to be okay?” Her touch was cooling to his burning skin.

      “All but my pride. If that’s an auto response, I’d hate to see what you can do when you’re deliberately provoked.”

      “I’d probably freeze in my tracks.” She looked comfortable. His knees would be screaming sitting bent like that.

      “Is that why you have a gun stashed back there?”

      “What? How did you know?”

      “Your reaction.” He rose to one elbow. “The way you keep looking in that direction. You almost twitched.”

      Her blond hair framed her face as she leaned forward. “I can see that I need to practice my self-control.”

      “Well you sure as hell don’t need to practice throwing a man to the ground. That was more than a little embarrassing.”

      “Part of aikido is to react without thinking. Defending yourself without giving away what you’re about to do. I’ve practiced during class, but there hasn’t been any reason to actually use it here in Hico.”

      “Until now.” He stretched his back, confident everything was still in one piece. “I didn’t mean to make you feel threatened.”

      “The only thing you did was reemphasize my reality. I was fooling myself thinking things would change.”

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