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“I’m afraid I’m not very good at this.”
“Hey, it’s your first time.” Mike turned and nodded at the truck where Axe was sitting calmly with his tongue lolling. “Axe, thinks you’re doing OK.”
Ali turned and checked the dog. “He’s not afraid. That’s a good sign.”
“Not as tense as you. Now, let’s try again.” Mike stepped in behind her as she raised the handgun.
As he wrapped his arms around her and placed his hands on hers, a tingle of excitement raced across her skin. His body was hard and muscular and he smelt like sweat, oil, and aftershave. She swallowed and concentrated on the pistol’s sights.
“See how you’ve got your arms locked out. You’re all tense. You need to relax more.”
That was verging on impossible, she thought. His mouth was directly next to her ear and she could feel his breath on the side of her face. A tremor of desire rippled through her as his lips gently brushed her lobe. She exhaled, tried to relax, and gently squeezed the trigger.
Dust spat up from the mound, slightly to the left of the target.
“Nearly there.”
Yes I am, she thought. She forced herself to relax, trying to ignore the sensation of his body pressed against hers as she aligned the pistol with the target.
“You want to focus on moving just your finger tip,” he said softly.
“You’re making it kind of hard to concentrate.” She squeezed the trigger and the pistol jumped. “Where did that go?” she asked, lowering the gun.
“On target.” He took the pistol from her, cleared it and they walked downrange.
She joined him as he examined the paper. “I can’t see where it hit.”
“In the black.” He pointed to a bullet hole half an inch under the bullseye. “Nice one, sharpshooter, you’re a natural.”
She leant forward and poked the mark with her finger. “Woo hoo.” Straightening she turned and found herself looking directly into Mike’s eyes. For a moment they gazed at each other and for a split second, she thought he would kiss her. Then he faltered and turned his attention back to the target.
“Do you want another go?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
As they walked back to the firing point she wondered if Mike was suffering similar emotional wounds to Axe. It made sense, considering the bond between the two. She noticed the dog watching his every move as he thumbed cartridges into the pistol’s magazine.
He handed it to her with the pistol. “This time I want you to try it by yourself.”
She took them tentatively and turned to face the mound. “Make sure I don’t do anything wrong.” She inserted the magazine and pulled back the slide, as he had shown her. A smile confirmed it was correct. Then she took careful aim and squeezed the trigger.
“On target.”
She fired again.
“OK, so you’ve definitely got the hang of this. Most people take at least an hour before they’re hitting the paper.”
Smiling she lowered the pistol. “I put it down to a great instructor.”
“Nope, you’re a natural.” Mike loaded another magazine and handed it to her. “Must be the doctor’s steady hands.”
She fired off another four magazines before calling it quits.
“I’ve got something to admit to you,” Mike said as they walked back to the truck.
Ali’s eyes narrowed. “Is this where you tell me you’re married?”
He laughed. “No, nothing like that. It’s just… It wasn’t my intention to only teach you to shoot.” He lifted the truck’s tonneau cover and hauled out a picnic basket and a cooler. “I planned on wooing you with champagne and fine food.”
She smiled. “And here’s me, swooning after one bullseye. I really should learn how to play hard to get.”
Mike spread a blanket on the ground. As he laid out the food he shot her a worried look. “Now, we’ve got cold chicken and a selection of salads. I hope that’s OK. I asked your assistant what you liked and if there was anything you didn’t eat. She said you love fried chicken. That
“Hey, it’s your first time.” Mike turned and nodded at the truck where Axe was sitting calmly with his tongue lolling. “Axe, thinks you’re doing OK.”
Ali turned and checked the dog. “He’s not afraid. That’s a good sign.”
“Not as tense as you. Now, let’s try again.” Mike stepped in behind her as she raised the handgun.
As he wrapped his arms around her and placed his hands on hers, a tingle of excitement raced across her skin. His body was hard and muscular and he smelt like sweat, oil, and aftershave. She swallowed and concentrated on the pistol’s sights.
“See how you’ve got your arms locked out. You’re all tense. You need to relax more.”
That was verging on impossible, she thought. His mouth was directly next to her ear and she could feel his breath on the side of her face. A tremor of desire rippled through her as his lips gently brushed her lobe. She exhaled, tried to relax, and gently squeezed the trigger.
Dust spat up from the mound, slightly to the left of the target.
“Nearly there.”
Yes I am, she thought. She forced herself to relax, trying to ignore the sensation of his body pressed against hers as she aligned the pistol with the target.
“You want to focus on moving just your finger tip,” he said softly.
“You’re making it kind of hard to concentrate.” She squeezed the trigger and the pistol jumped. “Where did that go?” she asked, lowering the gun.
“On target.” He took the pistol from her, cleared it and they walked downrange.
She joined him as he examined the paper. “I can’t see where it hit.”
“In the black.” He pointed to a bullet hole half an inch under the bullseye. “Nice one, sharpshooter, you’re a natural.”
She leant forward and poked the mark with her finger. “Woo hoo.” Straightening she turned and found herself looking directly into Mike’s eyes. For a moment they gazed at each other and for a split second, she thought he would kiss her. Then he faltered and turned his attention back to the target.
“Do you want another go?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
As they walked back to the firing point she wondered if Mike was suffering similar emotional wounds to Axe. It made sense, considering the bond between the two. She noticed the dog watching his every move as he thumbed cartridges into the pistol’s magazine.
He handed it to her with the pistol. “This time I want you to try it by yourself.”
She took them tentatively and turned to face the mound. “Make sure I don’t do anything wrong.” She inserted the magazine and pulled back the slide, as he had shown her. A smile confirmed it was correct. Then she took careful aim and squeezed the trigger.
“On target.”
She fired again.
“OK, so you’ve definitely got the hang of this. Most people take at least an hour before they’re hitting the paper.”
Smiling she lowered the pistol. “I put it down to a great instructor.”
“Nope, you’re a natural.” Mike loaded another magazine and handed it to her. “Must be the doctor’s steady hands.”
She fired off another four magazines before calling it quits.
“I’ve got something to admit to you,” Mike said as they walked back to the truck.
Ali’s eyes narrowed. “Is this where you tell me you’re married?”
He laughed. “No, nothing like that. It’s just… It wasn’t my intention to only teach you to shoot.” He lifted the truck’s tonneau cover and hauled out a picnic basket and a cooler. “I planned on wooing you with champagne and fine food.”
She smiled. “And here’s me, swooning after one bullseye. I really should learn how to play hard to get.”
Mike spread a blanket on the ground. As he laid out the food he shot her a worried look. “Now, we’ve got cold chicken and a selection of salads. I hope that’s OK. I asked your assistant what you liked and if there was anything you didn’t eat. She said you love fried chicken. That
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