“No stitches for you.” Miles touched her mouth. Joking seemed like a good cover for her ridiculous insecurity, so she said, “Well, if I had to get stitches, I’d rather get them with you, too.” She realized he was watching her intently, waiting for her reply. Being sexually compatible might just be a convenient perk for him. Plus, he was now her bodyguard, so he was basically forced into close proximity to keep her safe. She had walked away, and she didn’t know if that had forever altered his trust. Was it no more than the usual banter between a man and a woman, or was he telling her that she was somehow special? God, if only she hadn’t walked out on him the first time, she wouldn’t hesitate now to ask him how he felt about her.īut the history was there. He kept confusing her with the things he said. “Let’s just say I’d rather do that with you than without you.” “Ha, right.” With the sun behind him, she squinted to see his face. “With you?” he said, pressing a kiss to her mouth. “Who knew target shooting could be so much fun?” But then she saw him smiling at her, his arms open, and she threw herself against him. It excited her so much, she started to turn to Miles, but he caught her quickly and relieved her of the gun.Īnother blush. The instructions went on and on, and after several tries she did finally hit the can. When Miles touched her, she could almost forget the rest of the world existed.

Luckily Miles made sure to stay behind her when she held his small revolver, which he often strapped to his ankle and she found easier to use than his Glock.Īctually, he stayed behind her with his hands on her-her waist, her hip.she was starting to think this whole exercise was just so he could fondle her. He’d already told her that a few times, but she kept forgetting. “K EEP YOUR FINGER straight along the barrel, not on the trigger, until you’re ready to shoot.”

Silent Love by Kenadee Bryant