“We’re here,” I tell her.
“What? We are?” she asks and cranes her head to look out the windshield.
“We are,” I confirm.
“Um, James? This is a shooting range.”
“Exactly,” I tell her, smiling. “Wanna go shoot something?”
“Hell yeah!” she says excitedly, and my heart soars. “James! How did you…”
I don’t let her finish her sentence. I just cut her off with a kiss that I hope tells her everything she needs to hear.