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Erica
His words should haunt me. They should make me bolt as far as my legs will carry me.
I’ve never seen or heard words like his before.
So possessive, but not in a way that makes me scared.
Brew never says or does anything without conviction, that much I’m sure.
When Luna texts me after I get to the range, telling me she’s going to be late, I have a conversation with Pipes about shotguns. Since I don’t have my own piece, I can use one of theirs. There was also some paperwork to fill out.
“You sure you’re ready for this, you look a little pale?” Pipes’ eyebrows knit together.
“I’ll wait for Luna,” I say with an unconfident smile. “It’s my first time.”
“I get that,” he chuckles. “But if you need a lesson or three before she gets here, I’m happy to help.”
Pipes is a good guy. His ol’ lady, Casey, is a paramedic and spends a lot of time at the clubhouse with her sister, Crystal, Ryder’s ol’ lady. They like to keep it in the family at the Rebels.
“Appreciate that?—”
“Erica?” Brew’s voice makes me jump.
Placing my hand over my heart, and muttering, “Shit!” I narrow my eyes. “You have to stop doing that.”
“Doin’ what?” He’s holding two giant boxes and I can barely see him over the top of them.
“Sneaking up on people.”
Pipes takes one of the boxes, and Brew’s face comes into view. Is it just me, or did he get fifty times sexier than the last time I saw him?
“Didn’t sneak, walked right in the door.” He looks me over, then says, “Why are you here?”
I stand up a little straighter. “I’m here to grocery shop.”
His jaw ticks. “Funny.”
His gaze flicks to Pipes. “Gotta get the rest of the gear tomorrow, then we’ll set up the new system.”
Pipes nods. “Sounds like a plan.”
They disappear in the back, then a few moments later, Brew appears again. “Didn’t answer my question. Pipes told me you’re meetin’ Luna?”
I look at my phone, seeing a text come through.
Luna
I’m so sorry. I’ll have to raincheck. Had an emergency.
“I was,” I say. “But she just cancelled.”
Me
Hope everything’s okay. Rain check is fine
Brew’s hand is in mine before I can blink. He practically drags me to the range. It’s a weekday, so it’s quiet. And I’ve no idea what I’m supposed to do. Of course, Brew does.
He turns to face me. “So, you wanna learn to shoot?”
