Page 42 of Forbidden Romeo

“Your face just now.”

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

Without even taking her eyes off me, Aimee lets off three consecutive shots in quick succession. Each one hits the target dead center.

My jaw drops.

Who is this woman?

She smiles happily at the result and hands the gun back to an equally gobsmacked attendant. “D-do you want a prize?” he asks.

Aimee turns back to me with a mischievous grin. “No, I’m good. This one already promised me a prize.”

I scowl at her before letting out a sigh, no longer able to hide the truth.

“Fine, a few,” I admit reluctantly.

Aimee raises an eyebrow, her intrigue evident. “A few?” she echoes.

“Three or four,” I confess, bracing myself for her reaction.

“Wow…” She trails off, seemingly taken aback.

“But you’re the only one I ever called again after,” I quickly add.

Aimee’s expression softens, a mix of skepticism and curiosity lingering in her eyes. “Is that supposed to make me feel special?”

“It’s supposed to let you know I know a good thing when I see it.”

She rolls her eyes at me, but I can see how my words affect her in the way she bites at her lip.

“My legs are feeling a little tired,” she announces a little too casually.

“Yeah?” I respond, catching her hint.

“All this walking…” she trails off, her gaze flickering toward the distance we’ve covered.

I don’t need to point out we barely walked a half mile down the boardwalk.

“Of course,” I agree earnestly.

“I just live in Brooklyn,” she adds.

“In an apartment halfway up the building?”

Aimee’s face lights up with delight, a mixture of surprise and joy dancing in her eyes that I remembered, and I’m entirely captivated by her reaction.

“You should come to see it,” she suggests. The way she looks up at me with those chocolate doe eyes has me practically drooling over her proposition. There’s nothing I want more than to let her whisk me away. The things I want to do to her right now aren’t suitable for a place as public as this.

An annoying voice at the back of my mind reminds me I have a job to do. That my priority here isn’t getting laid, it’s finding Roisin.

But Jesus Christ, I want this.

No, I think I need it.

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