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fucking time I needed it, I didn't have it with me. I looked at Waylynn as I raised my hands in the air, feeling helpless. She didn't have her hands up. She had one in her purse and the other on her lower back. “Here,” she said, slamming a piece of cold metal onto the table I stood in front of. “You can hold my purse gun.” Then she pulled out the biggest damn gun I've ever seen right out of the waistband of her pants. Knowing she was about to confront the thief, I dropped my arms and grabbed the 'purse gun' she handed me. Then he turned around just in time for the man to come toward us.

“I said hands up!” the thief shouted. In response, Waylynn removed the safety catch. It was the loudest thing I've ever heard in my life. “Do you really want to see whose biggest weapon is?” she asked. “Because mine is a 500 Win Mag. It will burn a hole in your chest the size of a watermelon.” The man was paralyzed. He gaped at Waylynn. Like everyone else, including me. “I’m going to count to ten to get to the ground before I shoot,” she said. "One. Two. Three…” The robber threw his gun at Waylynn, and that’s when I realized it was plastic. It hit Waylynn in the face, then fell to the ground and shattered into a million tiny pieces of plastic. Waylynn didn't bother shooting the idiot, though. Before anyone, even me, could react, she was attacking the man before he could escape. 1 She took him down with a well-placed approach, doing better than eighty percent of the Dallas Cowboys' professional offensive linemen. “Holy shit,” I breathed, watching everything happen in a kind of slow motion. I reached down and picked up her gun that had fallen to the floor, stuck it down the back of my pants, then stepped on the arm of the man I was about to use to land a blow to the side of Waylynn's head. When he went to hit her with his other arm, I stepped hard, feeling the audible snap of the man's arm breaking. He screamed a lot and Waylynn got off of him. 1 in the original – tackle. I offered her my hand, which she promptly took away. Standing on her own two feet, she smoothed her hands down her pants and looked at the now crying thief. A scattered, breathless cashier made her way with a phone to her ear. “The police are on the way,” she said breathlessly. I nodded once and handed Waylynn back her handgun. She picked it up, replaced it in the holster against her right kidney, and threw the shirt back over it. When she was done with that, I gave her back her 'purse gun' too. With both of them safely tucked away, I couldn't help myself. I had to know since I hadn't seen the gun beforehand. I knew I had caught a glimpse of her ass at one point during our walk to the bank. I leaned back, catching the eye of a man now standing and brushing his pressed pants, and got a look at her ass. I could see the barrel of the gun - now. “How the hell…” I said. “I should have been able to see that.” Waylynn snorted. “Would you like to go out to dinner with me?” asked the well-dressed man. Waylynn turned to study the man who had just asked that. At about this time, the man on the ground pulled out a knife and lunged at Waylynn. I reacted first and kicked the knife out of his hand almost at the same time Waylynn pulled her gun back. The nervous little girl pointed at the bank robber’s face and said, “Don’t touch that knife!” The man stopped trying to fight for it and froze. He also lost control of his bladder. I lost control of my ability to keep my dick from getting hard whenever Waylynn Jennings was around. An hour later, we finished answering the police officers' questions and I was finally able to deposit the money in the bank. “That was fun,” Waylynn said as she walked beside me. “Now about why I was here today.” I frowned at her. “Weren’t you affected by what just happened?” I questioned. She shrugged. “My dad is a former Army Ranger. He was on the police force for about two years before deciding that bullfighting was what he wanted to do with his life. But, he taught me everything he knows. I've been learning how to bake pies and clean a house since I was old enough to hold a Nerf gun. Trust me when I say, this shit doesn’t affect me like it would most girls.” Every time she opened her mouth, she surprised me. “What are you doing here, anyway?” I asked. She rolled her eyes. “The rodeo is in town,” she snorted. “Duh.” I looked at her with a question in my eyes. “You’re wondering why I’m with my dad and not working, aren’t you?” she asked. “You got it right the first time,” I confirmed. She sighed and kicked a stone on the sidewalk. "I needed." I didn't bother asking her why. Instead, when we got to my truck, I leaned against the cab, crossed my legs, and waited for her to start explaining. She sighed. Chapter 2 I want to eat 5 meals a day. What son of a bitch decided there should only be two? -Text from Waylynn to Darby Waylynn He was too beautiful for his own good. Why was he so hot? That was the question of the day, anyway. Darby Valentine, the youngest of the Valentine boys, was hot as sin. Incredibly smart and a damn genius. How was it fair that a man like him, with all those extra things that made him so attractive, had brains and intelligence and common sense? It wasn't fair. In fact, the man was so perfect that I hated him. Then again, he would be perfect if he didn't open his mouth. But, that rarely happened when it came to this particular Valentine. “Apparently everyone in Houston wants me to have some experience or more education,” I said. “I have already applied to more than ten companies. They all refused.” I wrinkled my nose and tried not to let my anger show. “When I applied for some lower-level jobs, I appear to be overqualified. Frustrated, I returned home for the summer.” “You don’t live here,” the smart guy pointed out. “Your dad lives in a trailer and is only home for a week at most before he leaves again.” I was gritting my teeth, trying not to let my anger at him show. The thing is, I was upset. Not only did Darby graduate in two classes, he also scored higher in all of his classes than I did. It was hard to swallow watching someone who didn't give a shit about getting all As when he wasn't studying for a test all night like you. “My dad bought a house and some acres here last week,” I told him. “Apparently, this is the 'bouncy' place, according to him. That, and I think he's tired of following the rodeo circuit. When he finishes this season, he says it’s over.” Surprised by my words, Darby sat back and crossed his arms over his chest. The sexy way he was standing there, leaning against his truck, with his feet crossed in front of him and his hat pulled down over his eyes, made me want to scream. Or kiss him. I wasn't sure which at this point. “Did he by any chance buy the old Camfire land?” He asked casually. Very casually. “Umm, yes?” I said. “That name sounds familiar.” He stiffened. "What?" I asked. He was already shaking his head. "Anything. Absolutely nothing." I blinked in surprise at his tone. Was he mad? What the hell did I say to piss him off so quickly and fantastically? “Anyway,” I said. “Dad bought that land and I found a job at a diner not far from it. I start