“She was in the kitchen emptying the dishwasher; if he’d stepped inside, he’d have seen her. “I’m right here,” she called back. Someone must be within hearing distance, otherwise he’d have called her Carlin. He never messed up; when they were alone he said Carlin, when anyone else was around he invariably said Carly. Considering how her own mouth was sometimes two steps ahead of her brain, she had to be impressed by his precise control. “Stop what you’re doing and come out behind the barn. I’ve ...set up a target for you to do some shooting.” The door shut, telling her he wasn’t waiting for her. Shooting! Real shooting? Her pulse rate shot up, and not just for one reason. She’d thought a lot about taking shooting lessons since Zeke had first mentioned it, and still couldn’t make a firm decision about whether or not she wanted to go that far. Arming herself seemed like such a drastic step. On the other hand, Brad was definitely armed, and if by some nightmare she found herself face-to-face with him she never, ever wanted to be empty-handed and defenseless.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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