Page 27 of Steel

She was still there, holding the huge limb in her hands while keeping several feet between us. “Who are you? Why did you pull a gun on my child?”

I struggled to stand, shocked I was still in a fog.

“Don’t come any closer or I’ll have to hurt you!”

Somehow, I managed to laugh. “Lady, I don’t know who you are, but you already managed to do that.” My face and neck hurt like a son of a bitch from where she’d hit me.

“Yeah? Well, it serves you right for attacking a little boy.”

The woman wasn’t kidding. “Really? From where I was standing, it appeared he was breaking into my shed. And I didn’t attack him.” I’d been in the middle of a few barroom brawls in my life, but purposely attacking a kid wasn’t cool.

“Oh, no? You could have fooled me, buddy.”

Buddy? She was seriously the angriest woman I’d encountered in a long time and I’d faced a good dozen nasty girls who all had something very colorful to say about me.

Only one or two my fault.

When she acted like she was prepared to take another swing, her gaze falling to my hand, I grimaced and shoved the weapon into my waistband behind my back. “Okay. See?” I even sealed the deal by holding up my arms, but she didn’t act like she was having any of it, preferring to glare at me with her soulful eyes.

Eyes that could drive a stake right through a man’s heart.

Eyes that could easily crush a man’s spirit or elevate him to the highest level.

Eyes that any man should be hungry for when driving his hard cock deep inside her sweet little pussy.

And where in the hell had this shit come from? She’d somehow put a spell on me that even blinking several times didn’t seem to fade.

“Look, lady. Maybe we should start over.”

“I’m not a lady.” Her words surprised her. I was able to enjoy the way her luscious mouth twisted in irritation and uncertainty.

Her slight confusion also allowed me a moment to enjoy studying her physique. She was stunning, more so than any woman I’d laid eyes on in my life. With burnished copper hair pulled into a high ponytail, luminous green eyes, and a voluptuous body made for sin, my balls were notably tighter.

“Alright,” I agreed at a risk to my own safety. “Now that we have that settled. Why don’t you tell me what the hell your little boy was doing?”

She snarled. Like a wolf. Or another kind of beast. She would have made a good cavewoman, and I believed that she’d take another swing. My head was killing me, a little ringing still in my ears. “Are you braindead? Well, of course you are. Anyone who brandishes a weapon at a seven-year-old child is definitely braindead.”

“He’s seven?”

“Well, almost eight, but don’t remind him. As it is, he’s already intent on growing up too fast.”

Now that she wasn’t screeching, her tone of voice was as seductive as everything else about her. Including the tight tee shirt clinging to her full breasts. I couldn’t seem to take my eyes off her and she noticed.

“Would you stop that?”

“What am I doing?”

“Leering.”

This was getting us nowhere. “Why don’t you drop your weapon so we can talk and try and straighten this out?”

She moved from foot to foot, dropping her gaze more than once. I couldn’t help but notice her eyes had landed on my crotch. What a naughty woman she was. When she exhaled and dropped the limb, I took another deep breath.

Maybe I’d walk away with only a few scratches and a huge gash on the side of my head. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Her sneer was competition level. “Who are you?”

“I could ask you the same question, only you haven’t answered my first one.”