Disclaimer: Yeah, I don't own it. It's all S. Meyer's.

Chapter 32

I'm still in my Edward fantasy land when I pull up to the mansion for my first group date. Sadly, I don't really want to go, nor do I know which men will be joining me on this date. The producers picked the men for me and I decided on the actual date venue. It should be fun though, because we're going to a shooting range today.

I can't wait to watch some of these city boys try to shoot a gun. I grew up hunting and fishing with my daddy on Saturday and wearing my prim and proper heels and pearls on Sunday morning. I'm the consummate country girl.

I ring the doorbell and I'm greeted by several cat calls from the men. Now, I'm not going to lie, I'm enjoying the attention a little bit, so I smile and even blush a little. I know how to turn on my country girl charm. I might've batted my eyelashes a bit at some of them as well.

However, none of them matter as I scan the room and land on his beautiful hunter greens that give me flirtatious wink. I may or may not have melted a little at the sight of him, stretched out on the couch with his bare feet and strong legs. Oh, and he's shirtless too. Good gravy that man has a beautiful chest.

I fan myself and he smirks back at me. My feet start walking his way as if they know just where I want to go and whose lap I want to sit on. Our moment is disrupted by an obnoxious throat clearing. I think someone is being rude, and then I realize that James is choking and having a coughing fit.

I run over to him, and try not to cringe as his greasy ponytail hits me across the face as starts to hack up a lung. I'm not sure what he got choked on, probably air, but I continue on my way and begin to pat him on the back, while yelling for someone to get him some water.

He starts gagging, so I yell, "We might need a trash can too guys!"

I see dimples in my face as I'm now hunched over James as he's hunched over the trash can that Mr. Dimples, Emmett, placed in front of him.

I smile kindly up at him. "Thank you Emmett." He shrugs and steps back, giving James some room.

A few seconds later, I'm shocked when none other than creepy greasy number two, Aro, walks up and hands James a glass of water.

I thank him as well, as James begins guzzling down the water and seems to gain control of his coughing fit.

He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and thanks us all for saving his life. He looks embarrassed and I don't blame him. I would be too in front of all of these seemingly macho men.

I break the awkwardness and announce our date plans for the day.

"Well guys, whoever is with me, better get ready for a little old fashioned shoot out."

With that I shimmy away in my tiny little daisy duke cutoffs and tied up plaid pearl snap shirt. I've worn my favorite cowboy boots today as well. I like to think that they bring me a little good luck on the shooting range.

Like flies to shit, the boys follow me out and I hear profanities and taunts being thrown to the guys that aren't joining us today.

I smile, throw on my aviators knowing this is going to be another great day, greasy ponytail guys and all.

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