Page 69 of Broken

“You don’t have to stay in the shadows,” Petalsaid. “That’s what a stalker does.”

She spun around to see him.

“How did you know?” he asked.

“The reflection in the mirror wasn’t hard to see.”Petal laughed. “So, you’re following me?”

“It’s not much of a follow.”

“You’ve been staring at me all day.”

“Noticed that, huh?” he asked.

“Kind of hard not to when every time I look up andsee you, you’restaringright back at me.”

He winked at her. “Busted.”

Petal laughed. “You were not even trying to denyit or hide it.”

“True. Actually, I’ve got a present for you.”

“A present?”

“Yeah.” He held his hand out for her. “All you’vegot to do is take my hand.”

She looked at his hand and frowned. “This is notgoing to be one of those things where I take your hand and you fart, is it?”

He burst out laughing, he just couldn’t help it.“No, trust me, I don’t need to fart. I want to take you somewhere.”

Petal put her hand in his and he had to wonder ifshe felt it too—that feeling as it coursed through her body? Did it feel goodto her?

He didn’t know if she felt anything.

Damn it. Even his cock had started to thicken. Hewas losing his mind over this woman and the only fucking reason he had lost herwas because of his own words and actions. He’d messed up big time.

Pushing all that negative shit to the back of hismind, he began to walk with her back around the clubhouse, but passing everyonewho was now making out. Tanya and Leanna left, and the clothes came off. Hedidn’t even need to head inside to the main clubhouse to find them all havingan orgy or something. There was a time he would have been all for it, but notanymore. He just wanted to spend some time with his woman.

Petal didn’t pull back or try to break contactwith him. She held his hand, and they walked side by side, going to where he’dset everything up for target practice. The guys always came back here topractice. It was their own built-in range, that also had a lot of empty beerbottles and cans. Anything they could get their hands on. Also, Warden didn’tlike to waste money, so this was their way of recycling. He’d already arrangedseveral beer bottles up on the wall.

“What is all this?” she asked.

“Simple, I’ve got a couple of guns, and I’m goingto teach you how to load, aim, and shoot. Also, we’re going to go through everysingle detail of taking care of your gun, and then, at the end of it, you’regoing to have your own.”

“My own?” Petal asked, looking a little toonervous.

“Yeah, you want to beable to protect yourself. You need somethingsmall and compact so you can sneak it into your pants or something. Don’tworry, we’ll get to everything. First, I want you to try a few different guns,and then you’re going to take aim and shoot. We’ll talk position.”

“Why?” Petal asked. “If I’m in a situation like …just, I don’t need a position. I need to learn to shoot from any angle. My armswere tied behind my back and there was nothing I could do to stop it.”

“Which is why we’re going to work on it. You’vegot to trust me, okay?”

Petal nodded. There was a second’s hesitation buthe had to live with that. He’d done it.

“Now, come here.”

She walked over to him, and he slid his hands onher hips and drew her closer. Feeling her body close to his was a fuckingdream. He wanted to press his face against her hair, to breathe her in, to dosomething that would let her know how much he wanted her. Instead, he held herbody steady, getting control of himself as he moved her into the rightposition. He wanted to stroke her body, slide his hands beneath her shirt, feelsoft skin, but he stayed focused.

“Hold your arms out, and just look down yourfinger at each target.” He’d have to turn the floodlight on when it finally gotdark, but for now they had enough afternoon sun to practice.

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