Barrett Cole: Real Cowboys Love Curves by Wick Christa

Author:Wick, Christa
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-11-14T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

“We should probably wait until Monday to talk to Mr. Cross about the phones,” Barrett suggested as Quinn loaded bullets into a magazine. “That way we’ll have a good idea how the cell reception is with the new repairs.”

Momentarily positioning a bullet backward, she caught herself before Barrett could make the correction.

He had started her on a smaller caliber weapon, a Smith & Wesson Victory 22LR. There was next to no kick and the bullets were cheap enough she could shoot a thousand rounds, build up her confidence and not crack a hundred dollars in practice ammunition. From there, he had switched to a 9mm Beretta. This would be her third magazine for the weapon. After that, he would see if she could handle his forty-five.

They would return the following day to make sure the lessons with the handguns had stuck and to get Quinn comfortable with the shotgun.

“Sounds good,” she said, seating the magazine then chambering a round.

“Remember to lean in a bit to your stance.” He curved one palm against her stomach and centered the other between her shoulder blades. “You’re still trying to lean away from the weapon after your first shot.”

Her cheeks colored, but she nodded.

“You okay?” he asked. She was doing great for never having picked a gun up in her life, but she was also handling the weapon a little too delicately at times, like it was a lit stick of dynamite that someone had told her she had to hold onto.

“Yes,” she answered a bit breathless.

Putting the safety on, she placed the 9mm on the table in front of her.

“Maybe not,” she admitted.

Picking up the gun, Barrett dropped the magazine and ejected the chambered round before returning the weapon to its carrying case.

“I understand.”

Placing his palm against the back of her neck, Barrett lightly squeezed as he pulled Quinn to him. She wrapped her arms around his torso.

“Someone’s watching from the barn,” she whispered.

He expected her to tense up knowing that somebody might be spying on them, but she acted as if she belonged in his arms.

And she did.

Kissing her forehead, he chuckled. “Female, dark hair, bit on the short side with boots you can see from a mile away.”

Quinn laughed with him.

“They’re lime green,” she answered.

“That would be Siobhan the Curious. The one that’s going to be a cop.”

“Oh, I still have her card.”

Quinn’s arm jiggled.

“Did you just wave to her?”

“Yes,” she chirped.

Hearing the smile in her voice, Barrett pulled away and studied her face. All they had done was hold one another over the night, but it had a profound effect on both of them. He knew he felt less anxious, which was great because smokejumpers weren’t supposed to be the anxious sort. Excessive worry could leave a man and his team surrounded with no way out.

And Quinn looked like she finally felt at home, like he was the missing piece that made everything fit for her.

“Is she coming over?” he asked with a mock growl.

Her eyes lighting up with a smile, Quinn nodded.

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