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Amazingly, her trembling stopped. She felt steady, strong, and empowered in his arms.
“Align the front sight and the far sight on the top of the target,” he said.
She squinted at it and gently raised their joined hands.
“Breathe slowly.” Jensen supported her and murmured, “When you’re ready, take the shot.”
She concentrated, supported by him, and took the shot. The bullet drove through the second inner circle.
“Yes!” she cried. She whirled in his arms.
Jensen deftly removed the pistol from her grip. “I’ll just take this.”
She’d planned to throw her arms around him and hold him close, but the gun was between them.
“Is that the end of my lesson?” she asked, blinking up at him.
“You did amazing. Most people tighten up as they pull the trigger, but you’re relaxed.”
“I feel as relaxed as someone tossing a beanbag into a cornhole.”
He smiled. “Would you like to keep shooting?”
“Yes, please.”
“Okay. Just no whirling with the loaded weapon.”
“You take away all a girl’s fun.”
His gaze dropped to her lips, and he grinned. “I hope not.”
Livvy felt re-energized, being with Jensen, being outside, and hoped that maybe he was falling for her.
They shot through several rounds of bullets. She improved and almost hit dead center a couple times. Jensen complimented her on her shooting but also her bravery—being willing to take the shot, not flinching, keeping her eye on the target, etc.
She felt brave. With him around, she felt more than brave.
After shooting, they walked back inside and returned the guns to his safe.
“Would you play for me?” he asked as they reentered the empty great room.
“Of course. Any requests?”
They eased to the piano and her heart beat quicker. He wanted her to play for him.
“I love hearing you play Claire de Lune.”
She bit at her bottom lip. She loved the romantic song as well.
Sitting at the piano she started into the piece. Usually when she played she focused on her fingers moving with the piano. She got so wrapped up it was only her and the music that existed. This time she played while staring at Jensen standing where she’d dreamed of seeing him. Right in her view. He stared at her as if enraptured by her and the music.
The song finished. The music lingered in the air. Jensen’s dark gaze was intense.
“Livvy,” he whispered huskily, his voice and gaze a caress. “That was like a dream come true.”
Before she could get him to finish his statement, footsteps pounded up the stairs and predictably Lieutenant Yost walked right up. The woman was an expert at interrupting them.
“Chief?”
