was to sink into those pools of desire. No wait. Had something bad happened? Probably not or he wouldn’t look so lustful.
“About what?”
He lifted one shoulder. “Felt bad about how I keep running out on you.”
For real? Joy streaked through her. This was too good to be true. She was about to ask him to elaborate when another round of gunfire exploded, preventing anyone from carrying on a conversation. Trent smiled and turned her around. It was almost as if he could tell she was going to ask something personal. Dang. At least with him behind her, she was able to inhale and compose herself. This must be round two as only three men remained.
“I see Devon survived the first cut,” he said, his lips too close to her ear. His breath tickled the hairs on her neck and sent shivers of delight right between her legs.
He must have thought she’d come just to see Devon. “So it seems.”
“Who are you cheering for?”
So that was the reason for the visit. Charlotte debated what to say then decided to go with the truth. “No one in particular.”
She’d come to study their expert form and execution to help improve her shooting. Since Devon had asked her, she thought it only polite to show up because she’d said she would.
When Trent stepped next to her, her shoulder touched his arm. He smiled, and sparks of need raced through her. She really needed to gain some control of herself, especially if this relationship wasn’t going anywhere—or was it?
For the next few minutes they watched the pool go from three men down to two. Finally, the targets were pulled down for the judges to check the scores.
With his weapon down and his ear protection off, Devon turned around, spotted her in the crowd, and waved. She glanced up at Trent and his posture stiffened. Stupid man. Trent had to know she only had eyes for him.
Charlotte had no idea how long it would take the judges to choose a winner, but she wanted to stay long enough to learn the outcome. While they waited, she turned toward Trent. “Any news on the case?”
A small smile spread across his face, and he slowly shook his head. “You know better than to ask, Ms. Hart. There was one thing I forgot to mention, however.”
“What’s that?”
“Did you know that Mr. Goddard was Harmon’s boss at Ardton Investments?”
She searched her brain but came up empty. “No, I had no idea. When your brother and I were talking, he mentioned who he worked with and who he thought might have framed him, but I honestly didn’t pay attention to the names. Do you think this will affect his ability to prove his innocence?”
Trent stared at her for a long minute. “What makes you so sure he wasn’t involved in insider trading?”
“I can’t be sure, but I’m pretty good at reading people.” She failed to keep the challenge from her voice. If Trent didn’t believe his own brother, the proof must have been damning. Her heart sank for both of them. At least, Harmon had done his time.
Trent’s face softened. “I hope you’re right. It’s the cop in me that wants to question everything.”
Her father was the same way.
Trent placed his palm on her back and twisted her toward the glass enclosure. “Dan Hartwick is about to make the announcement of the winner.”
As much as she had been interested in who won, she wanted to learn about Trent more.
“Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming out. It is very important that the fine men of Rock Hard Police Department do their best for its citizens, so I am pleased to announce that the winner of this year’s indoor sharpshooting competition is Connor Douglas.”
Devon and Connor shook hands as the audience applauded and cheered.
Trent’s hand returned to her back. “Care to join me for dinner?”
She hadn’t expected the invitation—now or ever. “I’d love to, thank you.” Today had turned out better than she’d ever thought possible.
“Do you mind walking?” he asked.
“Not at all.”
As Trent
“About what?”
He lifted one shoulder. “Felt bad about how I keep running out on you.”
For real? Joy streaked through her. This was too good to be true. She was about to ask him to elaborate when another round of gunfire exploded, preventing anyone from carrying on a conversation. Trent smiled and turned her around. It was almost as if he could tell she was going to ask something personal. Dang. At least with him behind her, she was able to inhale and compose herself. This must be round two as only three men remained.
“I see Devon survived the first cut,” he said, his lips too close to her ear. His breath tickled the hairs on her neck and sent shivers of delight right between her legs.
He must have thought she’d come just to see Devon. “So it seems.”
“Who are you cheering for?”
So that was the reason for the visit. Charlotte debated what to say then decided to go with the truth. “No one in particular.”
She’d come to study their expert form and execution to help improve her shooting. Since Devon had asked her, she thought it only polite to show up because she’d said she would.
When Trent stepped next to her, her shoulder touched his arm. He smiled, and sparks of need raced through her. She really needed to gain some control of herself, especially if this relationship wasn’t going anywhere—or was it?
For the next few minutes they watched the pool go from three men down to two. Finally, the targets were pulled down for the judges to check the scores.
With his weapon down and his ear protection off, Devon turned around, spotted her in the crowd, and waved. She glanced up at Trent and his posture stiffened. Stupid man. Trent had to know she only had eyes for him.
Charlotte had no idea how long it would take the judges to choose a winner, but she wanted to stay long enough to learn the outcome. While they waited, she turned toward Trent. “Any news on the case?”
A small smile spread across his face, and he slowly shook his head. “You know better than to ask, Ms. Hart. There was one thing I forgot to mention, however.”
“What’s that?”
“Did you know that Mr. Goddard was Harmon’s boss at Ardton Investments?”
She searched her brain but came up empty. “No, I had no idea. When your brother and I were talking, he mentioned who he worked with and who he thought might have framed him, but I honestly didn’t pay attention to the names. Do you think this will affect his ability to prove his innocence?”
Trent stared at her for a long minute. “What makes you so sure he wasn’t involved in insider trading?”
“I can’t be sure, but I’m pretty good at reading people.” She failed to keep the challenge from her voice. If Trent didn’t believe his own brother, the proof must have been damning. Her heart sank for both of them. At least, Harmon had done his time.
Trent’s face softened. “I hope you’re right. It’s the cop in me that wants to question everything.”
Her father was the same way.
Trent placed his palm on her back and twisted her toward the glass enclosure. “Dan Hartwick is about to make the announcement of the winner.”
As much as she had been interested in who won, she wanted to learn about Trent more.
“Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming out. It is very important that the fine men of Rock Hard Police Department do their best for its citizens, so I am pleased to announce that the winner of this year’s indoor sharpshooting competition is Connor Douglas.”
Devon and Connor shook hands as the audience applauded and cheered.
Trent’s hand returned to her back. “Care to join me for dinner?”
She hadn’t expected the invitation—now or ever. “I’d love to, thank you.” Today had turned out better than she’d ever thought possible.
“Do you mind walking?” he asked.
“Not at all.”
As Trent
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