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Chapter Twelve

Ace

Waking Emma up from a nap was becoming my new favorite thing.I spooned her from behind, one hand splayed across her warm belly.

“Mmmmm.”She wriggled around so she was laying on her back.“Thought you had a call to make.”

“Done.”I reached over to leisurely explore her warm lips.

She squirmed against me, wrinkling her nose.“I need a shower.”

“I can help you with that.”I leered suggestively.

A slow smile lit her face as she stretched and ran a hand from my chest down to my cock.“I was hoping you’d say that.”

Almost an hour later, we were dressed and ready to face the rest of the day.“So, what’s happening?”

“We’re waiting for Deuce and Preacher to get back.The plan is to attack their base at dawn.”

“Their base?”She frowned.

“They’re from Atlanta, so they don’t have a clubhouse here.They’ve established a base of operations that they are working from on the far edge of town.An old farmstead that’s been vacant for over a decade now.There’s a lot of cover around it, meaning it won’t be easy for them to defend.Most of the guys are in the main building.The barn has half the boards missing and the floor may not be solid enough to hold the weight of a full-grown man.”

“How do you know all that?”Her brows shot skyward.

I grinned.“Shadow.No such thing as privacy where he’s concerned.Co-opted one of the satellites to spy on the place.”

Emma shook her head.“I’ll keep that in mind.No sex in the woods for you.”

“That was on the table?”I pretended to look surprised.

“Not now it’s not.”She gave me a stern look.“I’m not into exhibitionism.”

“Noted.”I grabbed my pistol and checked the safety before tucking it into the holster at my hip.“You ready?”

“For what?”

“Thought we’d see how well you do with a bigger gun.The twins had you using a twenty-two which is great for target practice, but I’d feel better if you had something along the lines of a thirty-thirty if you I’m not around to protect you.”

She frowned.“A handgun?”

“No.”I shook my head.“Rifle.Handguns are harder to handle and take a lot more practice to get proficient with.”

“Okay.”She didn’t sound too sure about it but took my hand as I headed downstairs to the gun locker.

We referred to it as a locker, but the gun room was actually a reinforced vault with an electronic lock.I punched in the code to disarm it and stepped inside.Dropping Emma’s hand, I selected a Winchester thirty-thirty from the rifle rack, along with a box of cartridges.This model had a magazine in the barrel and held five shots plus one in the chamber.If she got off that many, anyone on the receiving end would be good and dead.

A quick check assured me it was unloaded, and I handed it to her.

“This is a thirty-thirty?”

“Yes.Big enough to kill a deer, or a person, but not enough punch to bring down a moose or a bear unless you’re a damn good shot and hit it just right.”

“Good to know.”She hefted it, moved it from hand to hand as if assessing the weight and balance.“It’s lighter than it looks.”

I locked the vault behind us, and we headed out to the rifle range.I’d never taught a woman how to handle a gun before, or any newbie for that matter.The twins had done a good job of showing her how to brace her feet, and how to snug the stock up against her shoulder to cushion the kick.

I showed her how to load the magazine, then emptied it so she could try it herself.

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