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Walking out a few minutes later with my receipt, I got in my car and drove back to the apartment. I hadn’t expected him to offer to teach me how to use the gun, or that my new instructor would be so nice to look at.
Another flutter hit, and I doused it with practiced ease. Yes, he was handsome, but I couldn’t let anything come of it. I was still reeling over Harvey’s betrayal, and saying now wasn’t the time to get into a relationship was an understatement.
Repeating that like a mantra, I put the bag of ammo down and put the address he’d given me into my GPS. His house was almost dead center between here and the next town over, giving him plenty of room for his range.
Curiosity flared under my skin as I slumped onto the couch. What would the lessons be like? I’d never taken a class on anything before, and while I was a bit wary of my instant attraction to Oliver, giddy excitement buzzed through my veins.
I loved learning new things, and this was no different.
Pulling up a search engine, I got comfortable on the couch and started looking up the safety guidelines for a range, as well as the most basic things to know about shooting.
It never hurts to be prepared, after all.
Chapter 4
Looking at the GPS one last time to ensure I had the address right, I took in the house towering over me. It was nice; the outer walls made from what looked like brick. A front porch branched outward, the dark word contrasting nicely against the stone of the house.
A two-seater swing sat out front, along with dozens of small planters filled with various flowers. All in all, it looked nothing like I would have expected from a man.
Maybe he’s married?
The thought came and a pinch of disappointment trailed behind it, before I shook it aside. He seemed nice in the store and it wouldn’t surprise me in the slightest if someone had asked him out.
Resolutely ignoring the stupid disappointment growing in my chest, I got out of the car and walked up the steps. After our talk in the shop I’d gone back–realizing I didn’t had his number–and we’d set our first lesson for a few days later.
Which led to now.
I barely had a chance to knock before the door opened, his widely smiling face becoming clear. “Hey, it’s good to see you again. You ready to start?”
I nodded, moving back to give him room to come out. He did, offering his arm as he did. I took it with only a second of hesitation, following him around his house to the back where, sure enough, he had a range set up.
It wasn’t high tech or fancy, just some paper targets hung on fence posts a good distance away, with tables set up at the other end, but excitement still shivered through my veins. It didn’t matter if it was high tech, it looked like fun, and I couldn’t wait to learn.
He must have caught that because he chuckled, stopping us next to the nearest table where two pistols sat.
“It’s good that you’re excited, but try to keep calm. We’ll go over the safety rules first.”
I nodded, watching as he separated from me and picked up one of the guns.
“First and foremost,neverpoint it at someone. I don’t care if you think it isn’t loaded; always treat a gun as if it is. That way there are no accidents.”
His face lost its jovial smile, shifting instead into a dead serious mask. When I agreed, he continued.
“Two, if you have kids at home or expect any to visit, you need to get a gun safe. If nothing else, a lockbox will work, just something you can put away where small hands can’t reach it.”
I’d read both of those rules in nearly every article I’d looked up, but I nodded again. Seeing that I was taking this seriously, he relaxed a hair and smiled.
“Good, now we can move on to the rest of the safety rules. These ones mostly have to do with the range itself, though.”
Moving to stand beside me, he lifted the pistol toward the target and set his stance, nodding down to it. “This is how you should stand while shooting, both hands on the gun with it pointed forward. Never shoot a gun into the sky, no matter how many people do it in movies. What comes up must come down, and when it comes down, it’ll be at one heck of a speed.”
That one I hadn’t heard, though it made sense.
The next few minutes passed in much the same way as he listed off a few more rules, then gestured toward me. “Alright, now try the stance I showed you before.”
I picked up the other gun and shifted. After a beat, Oliver shook his head.
“Close but not quite.” Then he used feather light touches to correct my hand placement. “There we go, you don’t want to grip it too tight or too loose. Either can cause problems.”
