Page 25 of Seizing Mack
The way she was pointedly looking him up and down with that scheming, predatory gleam in her eyes wasn’t doing much to help matters, either. If she kept looking at him like that, he was going to get an embarrassing tent in his shorts like the adolescent she’d just accused him of being.
“Hey, you’re a cop. You’ve got a gun, right?”
“It’s kind of required so, yeah,” he said instantly wary.
“Can you shoot it?”
He crossed his arms over his chest and widened his stance. “Of course I can.”
“Perfect. O’Malley’s Firing Range. Know it?”
He had passed it a few times, knew that guys on the force went there to keep their skills sharp. The place hadn’t been around ten years ago, but he’d been to enough just like it.
“You’re serious?”
“Deadly.”
“Okay,” he said, drawing the word out slowly. “But it’s only fair I warn you that I hold the record for marksmanship at the academy.”
She shrugged, completely unimpressed. That probably shouldn’t have been as arousing as it was. “Talk is cheap, Detective.”
“Nick,” he corrected automatically. “You’re on, Mack. Winner gets... what?”
Her eyes lost focus for a minute as she considered his question. “I kick your butt, you have to take a Zumba class.”
His brows knitted together. “And if I win?”
Mack snorted in laughter, doubling over and putting her hands on her knees. “Yeah, right, okay. Sorry, give me a minute...”
His eyes narrowed. “You don’t think I can beat you?”
“Hell, no,” she said, still laughing as she wiped the tears from her eyes.
“Fine. I’ll tell you what, smart ass. I agree to your terms, but if I win,youtake a Zumba class,andyou do it in your underwear.”
Mack stopped laughing. “Seriously?”
He smirked. “Put up or shut up, Mack.”
