Texas Size Passion (A Cowboy's Heart Book 2) Read Free Page A

few moments ago.
                  I don’t know what it is about that guy…but something tells me that he is not here shopping for a dress…
     
    Chapter Three
     
     
     
                  Deciding to go with his gut instinct, John removed himself from the store, and stepped out onto the small porch that was nestled outside with a couple of benches placed in designated spots close to the door so people could have a place to rest their tired and hurting feet.
                  The stranger quickly turned his back in John’s direction, and attempted to flip the collar of his waist length leather jacket up enough so it wouldn’t be easy to tell what he looked like.
                  I don’t think so, buddy.
                  He shook his head at the individual trying to keep him from seeing who he really was. His long legs took him to the man that stood a foot less taller than him, erasing any of the previous gap from existence. Reaching with his right hand, John grabbed a hold of him by the back of his neck, and escorted him over to one of the benches.
                  “I believe…You need to sit down.” He barked at the stranger that gave off a very uneasy vibe to him. His once friendly and sensual tone he had used with Emily had turned into that of an animalistic, deep growl dripping with an overprotective nature for the young woman in the shop. “Now that we are face to face with one another…Perhaps you can tell me why you were looking in the window of the shop.”
                  “I don’t have to tell you anything, you dumb piece of shit.” The man replied, attempting to sound fearsome in his shaky, slightly higher pitched voice. “What I do is none of your damn-“
                  Before he could finish the sentence, John wrapped his large hand around his throat, and gripped onto it with enough strength to where it would hinder him from completing his sentence. He brought his head in closer to his own, and narrowed his piercing emerald stare into that of the pale blue one that the individual sat before him possessed as he lowered his voice to sound much more threatening that it really was.
                  “I am going to ask you this only one more time, you pathetic poser…and then I am going to either let you go or pop your head off your neck with just a squeeze of my hand if you want to keep playing this little game with me.”
                  In that very moment, his gaze found the person that had tried miserably to appear tough as nails quickly turning into that of mush the very second he had issued his deadly serious threat to him. He struggled to keep from smirking at him as he spoke to him once more, finding how he was behaving now to be quite entertaining.
                  “Now…I am going to ask you this one…last…time. Why were you looking in the window of the shop?”
                  “I…” The traveling voyeur said, “I was looking for my friend.”
                  “Who is your ‘friend’?”
                  “Emily Withers.”
                  John immediately grew concerned when he uttered Emily’s name, and could tell that this wasn’t the type of person that Belle’s grand-daughter would be associating with. The way he was greasy and shady was enough to tell him that he was still lying to him, and that was grounds enough to rough him up a bit.
                  He gripped onto his neck a little tighter, and pushed his head back against the window that he was in front of, causing the back of it to bounce off of it with enough force to make his intent to take things to the next level even further. John waited for him to focus on him once more before he spoke to him with his anger coming out of his voice.
                  “How about we try this