Chase asked as he opened the gun cases he placed on the shooting bench later that morning. There were two rifles in one case. Kate hadn’t much practice with them, and was unsure of the models. The other case held two handguns, both .45s. She leaned in and wished it wasn’t so hard not to touch him. “Match grade?” She didn’t picture him as a guy who would have anything but the best. He nodded and adjusted his baseball cap, pulling it down to shield his eyes from the afternoon sun. He was so hot in a baseball cap, even the glasses he now wore because he hated the bulky eye protection and would rather just wear his prescriptions instead. He wasn’t even going to wear those, snorting at her when she put her foot down. Safety first or no sex. But he wore them for her, and here he was, all sorts of gorgeous, and all hers. He could be a model if he wanted, but instead he was here, helping her practice her shooting skills so she could kill the bad guys. “Handgun.” “There’s nothing hotter than a girl with a rifle.”
