I blinked. "Uh… dignity?"
He leaned in just slightly, his voice dipping low against my neck. "I'd rather have your kiss."
My knees faltered.
"I'm starting," I blurted and pulled the trigger on the first target, the loud pop! Echoing through the booth.
I focused, breath steady. A headshot. Then another. And one more.
I could feel Kael watching me.
When I dared glance, he was leaning on the counter casually, one hand in his pocket, the other holding the gun like it was nothing more than a spoon.
His mouth curled. "You're better than the last time."
"Yeah, well, I'm offended you still think I'm not." I smirked, shot another perfect bullseye, and allowed myself a little happy victory dance.
That's when I noticed it, people were watching.
Men. Women. Parents with their kids. Teens. A group of college guys whispering.
Kael hadn't noticed.
Correction, Kael didn't care.
