“Take your pick.” He nods toward the assortment of weapons. I raise an eyebrow. “You brought me to a shooting practice?” “It’s better than picnic.” He smiles. “And I want to see you shoot.” I narrow my eyes at him. “You didn’t believe me when I said I know how to use a gun?” “Of course, I believed you.” He leans down and presses his lips to mine. “But I want to see if you can actually hit something.”
