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“That might be fun to watch,” said King, stepping up to take Brock’s place and attaching his target to the clip before sending it to the back of the shooting gallery. “Let’s do this.”
Without further ado, King brought his gun up and unloaded the clip, faring slightly better than Seth or Brock. There were really only two men she even considered a rival for the prize—one of them was King and the other was Fitz, but Fitz was in London, and King had missed his chance.
Attaching a new target, she sent it flying to the back of the shooting gallery as she ejected the spent clip and inserted another. She loved the sound of a clip clicking into place and a bullet being readied in the firing chamber. Her shoulder had gone from aching to painful, but she only had to defeat King, and the prize was hers. Shaking her head back and forth, she sighted the target, inhaled, slowed her heart rate and then fired. Once again, both bullseyes—one in the torso and one in the head—were gone. She’d won.
She turned to King. “I win… again.”
King shook his head. “One of these days, Miley Stuart, the right man is going to come along and put you in your place.”
“And just where might that be?” she teased.
She liked King and knew he respected her, but like the other men with whom she worked, he worried about her. She had to laugh when the subs in the club drooled over the hunky Cerberus operatives and waxed poetically about how great it must be to spend time with them. Miley never destroyed their illusions. They were great guys, but it was a bit like serving with a bunch of older, protective brothers and a father-figure, and she didn’t mean Brock, the Daddy Dom of the group.
King shook his head and chuckled. “No way. The last time I answered a question like that where you were concerned, Samantha wanted my head on a platter.”
Samantha was King’s wife and submissive. They were madly in love, as were several of her other ‘brothers.’ The nice thing for Miley was that she adored each of the women they’d fallen for and considered them to be the sisters she’d never had.
“I take it from that shit-eating grin on your face, Stuart, that I owe you yet another luxury vacation.”
Miley spun around, a huge smile lifting the corners of her mouth. “Fitz! I didn’t know you were coming. Is JJ with you?”
“Nay, lass. This is a business trip. But seeing as how your last vacation cost me almost fifteen thousand pounds, how about you and I have a go at each other.”
Miley noticed the tension in Fitzwallace. Fitz was not a man given to being concerned about much of anything.
“My shoulder’s beginning to bother me, so you’re going to have to make it worth my while.”
“Am I now?” he chided her.
Miley could sense there was something he wanted to say to her or ask her to do, and uncharacteristically, he seemed wary about doing so.
“It seems I’m in need of a favor. A friend to whom I owe a debt has called in his marker.”
“And this involves me, how?”
“Because I’m going to need you to do it, and I don’t think you’ll want to,” he said candidly.
Curious. Fitz knew her well enough to know her loyalty and commitment to Cerberus were absolute. There was nothing the Scotsman could ask that she wouldn’t do.
Reaching behind him, he withdrew his weapon. “So, what do the stakes need to be?”
Miley lifted an eyebrow. Whatever it was, it had Fitz worried. Didn’t he know her well enough to know she’d do whatever he needed her to do? For some reason he seemed to need to feel he had to make it worth her while.
“One-on-one, left-handed, ten shots. If I win, you buy me dinner at Alinea and a one-hundred-year-old bottle of Macallan’s.”
“And when I kick your cute little ass?”
“I’ll agree to do whatever you need me to do with no questions asked and as good grace as I can muster.”
Fitz nodded. “Done.” Bringing his weapon up to bear, Fitz unloaded his clip into the target, managing to hit the nine zones nine out of ten times and landing the other shot in an eight zone.
“Not bad, Boss. Not bad at all.”
She took her shooting stance and glanced over her shoulder at Fitz. Whatever it was, it was important to him. He’d flown over from London and challenged her to a shooting match. She supposed she could beat him and then agree to whatever it was, but she wasn’t sure he’d accept that. Miley stared at the target. Slowing her breathing and finding her center she unloaded the clip, hitting the nine zones eight out of ten times. When Seth sneezed, it gave her the excuse she needed for two of her shots to go wide, one hitting an eight zone, and the other a seven. She’d have to thank Seth for giving her cover.
Miley brought her gun down. “Shit. Well, at least I get my vacation. Just remember that when you ask me to do whatever it is you want me to do.”
“I’d be worried about that, Fitz,” said King. “One of the few things Miley knows how to do better than shoot is spend your money.”
