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Paladin
"Well, gosh darn it, Reed, why didn't ya tell us we had company? I would've turned off the documentary I was fixing to watch, especially for a piece of that pie!
"Is that why you been keeping this beautiful lady a secret?"
Just like that, the tension in the room broke. It could have been because our Target started giggling.
Heck, it was a darned cute chuckle.
Something you'd hear from a baby or a kitten. And she was stunnin'.
No, really. She was a vision from a dream. Long, flowing hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of silk.
Her eyes were pools of emerald, alive and sparkling with mischief.
And she had lips like ripe strawberries.
Every curve on her body was sinuous and graceful, pretty much like the lines of a sleek sports car. And those legs ...
"I'm Asher." I sat down in front of her and immediately proceeded to take her hand in mine and plant a kiss on her knuckles.
She turned a most appealing shade of cherry wine.
"Hey, Asher. I'm Juniper."
Reed stood up, a smirk on his lips. "Now that you've met the gym instructor, it's only fair you get to know the art dealer too. This is Miguel."
Miguel moseyed forward, a glint in his eyes. "Hola, bonita.Eres la chica más hermosa que he visto en mi vida."
Oh, he was laying it on thick. I wanted to laugh and thump him at the same time, but this was Miguel.
Juniper looked like she was a lost puppy in a room full of grown dogs. And I couldn't blame her.
On our best days, the three of us were intimidating as fuck.
We made sure to own every room we walked into. And if we set our eyes on someone, you'd best be betting we'd make them feel like they were the center of our world.
"Creo que tú también eres muy guapo," she murmured, her lips curved into a shy smile.
Miguel imitated a gun being fired at his heart.
"Oh my goodness, a beautiful lady who knows how to speak the language of my people!Bonita,you must not tempt me any more, or I may have to carry you away from here!"
Reed scowled at that. I could see he'd taken a sweet little fancy to our Target.
No wonder—she was exactly his type.
Long hair, delicious curves, and those big lose-yourself-in-me eyes. She was actually all of our type.
I got what Grizzly meant when he came back after meeting her and told us he didn't want her to be a suspect in the crime.
Reed was definitely the softest among us, although we called him Grizzly.
He'd never been the same since Cole.
All of us carried scars around like our permanent bedmates, but Grizzly? What scared Thunder and me was how seldom he talked about it.
