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Her hand waves over her outfit. My necklace is still in place, making me proud again.
“Perfect. Let’s go.”
CHAPTER 16
BABS
I follow him through the house, each hallway somehow grander than the last. My heels click against polished floors while storm winds claw at the windows. We pass a spa, a wine cellar, and a billiards room that practically oozes a jazzy nightclub vibe, but he doesn’t slow down.
He just glances over his shoulder with a grin that’s far too smug for someone not telling me where we’re going. His fingers tighten over mine as we slow down. When we stop at a pair of tall, unmarked doors, I lift a brow.
“You’re not taking me to a dungeon, are you?”
“Not unless you ask nicely.”
My stomach does a little somersault. Would he be so bold as to have a playroom here?
Maybe.
He presses his thumb to a scanner. Of course, he has biometric security in his mansion. The door unlocks with a soft click, the lights coming on automatically. Inside, I stop cold.
It’s a private archery range.
Hardwood floors, matte black targets glowing red across the far wall, racks of bows like something out of a spy thriller. The air smells like cedar and leather. The kind of place where you can lose track of time or take someone down.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
He strolls in like it’s his living room.
“What?”
“You built a secret lair to shoot arrows? Who does this?”
He shrugs, as if this is a standard house amenity.
“Have you ever shot before?”
I walk further into the room, scanning the rows of bows and arrows.
“No, Robin Hood. I haven’t.”
He laughs, then picks a bow off the wall with all the confidence of a man who’s probably done this thousands of times.
“I’ll teach you how.”
“I’ve never even touched a bow.”
Archery is a popular activity for summer camp and the Olympics. Not inside a house in the Hamptons.
“I figured. But I’ve seen your serve.”
He hands it to me, a smirk on his lips. The weight of it surprises me, heavier than I anticipated.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
I narrow my eyes at him.
“You probably won’t be any good.”
