Page 57 of Stains of Desire
"Well done. You have good aim. But please tell me your spices aren't as hot as Dirk's?"
I snort. "Nope. I think you'll be pleasantly surprised."
"Okay. Next time you should let me have a try."
"At what?"
She points up at the trees. "Taking the poor squirrel out."
I pick the dead animal up and walk toward the river.
Penelope follows me.
"You want to learn to shoot my gun?"
"No. I already know how. I want to see if I can hit the target in real life."
I raise my eyebrows. "You've shot a gun?"
"Yes."
And you just got sexier.
"You're English," I say.
She smirks. "So? And that sounds insulting."
"I don't mean it to be. It's not a gun-toting country of citizens. Plus, you seem like a real Londoner."
She tilts her head. "What does that mean?"
I cut the belly of the squirrel open. "You're proper. Super classy."
"Do you mean stuffy and boring?"
I grunt. "If you were stuffy, you would have slapped me by now. And if you were boring, we would have had a different experience in the river today."
Her face grows red. Even in my night vision goggles, I can see the added heat, and my dick throbs.
"When did you learn to shoot?"
"I learned how after I got mugged. I went every day on my lunch break to the gun range, but then William found out and made me stop going."
"He didn't want you to shoot him," I mumble.
I wish you would have.
"I should have."
"If I gave you my gun right now, you would know how to handle it?"
"Yep."
"What about the kickback?"
She walks over to my backpack, picks up the Glock, and comes back to the river.
"What are you doing?" I ask.
