Springer, Jan - Be My Dream Tonight [The Desperadoes 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Jan Springer Read Free Book Online

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    “Because I need to explore these feelings I’m experiencing about the three of you. I need to find my past. I want to get the gold bars so I can—” She cut herself off. They didn’t need to know her reason for getting the gold. “I want revenge against Wolfe for taking my memory, and with my help we can take what we couldn’t take back then.”
    Maddox smiled, and it seemed as if he was laughing at her. “We?” he asked. His smile widened to the point where she got the feeling he thought she was just some useless woman who was only good enough for them to bed.
    Anger, sharp and bitter, snapped through Eve. Suddenly that emotion of uselessness seemed very familiar. She didn’t like this feeling. Not one bit. It answered a lot of questions as to why she instinctively didn’t want to share more of her feelings with them.
    “Perhaps I shouldn’t have come here?” she muttered, pressing hard against the despair shooting through her that they may not want her here. She hoped they would reassure her she had come to the right place. They didn’t.
    Shit. They weren’t going to make this easy for her, were they?
    “Why do you think we’re going to take you along on a dangerous run? If you say he’s surrounded by gunslingers like in some old West movie, why would we risk your life? We don’t want a repeat performance of that last robbery attempt,” Kayne taunted.
    She wasn’t surprised at that question. Had expected it.
    “Because, now you have me. I can shoot better than all three of you, that’s why.” Or at least she hoped she could. For all she knew they could have been practicing since she’d been gone.
    To her irritation, all three men grinned as if they thought she was toying with them.
    She wasn’t. Pre-Catastrophe days, C.J. had been a trained LAPD sniper, and she’d shown Eve how to shoot. She was, in every way a gun counted, their equal. Maybe better.
    “Prove it,” Maddox ordered.
    She tensed as he produced a gun from inside his jacket. He was about to toss it to her when she shook her head.
    “I’ll use my rifle,” she said. She made a move to stand and get her weapon from the scabbard on her horse when Maddox shook his head.
    “An expert can use any gun. Are you saying you can only use your rifle?”
    Actually, she had used a couple of other weapons, a shotgun included, but her rifle had been given to her as a gift, and it fit her like a glove. She smiled inwardly. The guys didn’t have to know that.
    “Fine, I’ll use yours.”
    He threw her his pistol, and she caught it with both hands. She tested its weight. It weighed much lighter than her rifle, and she stifled her surprise that maybe she just might not be able to move it as good as hers. She slipped off the safety catch.
    “Shoot that seedling at the top of that outcrop of rocks,” Maddox instructed and pointed through the darkness.
    Like she could see anything. She squinted and held up a hand against the firelight. Then she saw the tiny speck about thirty feet up.
    God, was he kidding? And then she remembered the number one rule she’d been taught. If you can see it, you can hit it. If you can’t see it, you can hit it.
    She grinned as a familiar wave of confidence swept through her. She could do this. She had to hit it.
    Aiming the pistol, she raised it and braced the handle with both hands. She took a bead and slowly pulled the trigger. There was hardly any kickback, which was nice, and the blast just about deafened her, but she saw rocks fly into the air and watched the seedling disintegrate.
    Damn! She did it!
    She lowered the weapon and held back a whoop of joy as she watched the men’s faces. Despite their disinterested looks, she swore she caught glimmers of admiration in each of their eyes. Approval they struggled to hide. Or maybe it was just wishful thinking on her part?
    “Shoot this,” Riley shouted, and he tossed something into the air.
    Swiftly, she snapped the pistol upward and aimed at the item, which