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CHAPTER FOUR
Kasey reloaded his rifle as he watched several of the guys around him shoot. He usually knew a few of them since he spent so much time at the range, but today, there was no one familiar.
He set his gun down and rolled his shoulders, trying to force the tension from his body. He hoped coming to the range would help fight whatever restlessness was plaguing him, but so far, all it had served to do was cost him a few hundred dollars in ammunition.
He took a drink of water, debating on moving to the indoor range, but it was so nice outside, he hated to shut himself indoors. Even with the slight breeze blowing, he was pleased with the way he'd been shooting all afternoon.
He noticed a dark-haired guy setting up beside him, and his gaze traveled over his body. The guy had long legs, with thick thighs. His arms were tan and toned, and the shirt he was wearing clung to his muscular body like a glove.
While he might not enjoy sex, he still appreciated a good-looking body. Male or female, it didn't matter to him. There was no harm in looking, and he was going to enjoy watching this guy as he got in position to take his shot at the target.
Refusing to let himself get distracted, Kasey grabbed his gun, focusing on the target down range. He prided himself on his shooting ability, and more than once, he'd needed it to save a life or two while on the job.
He wasn't proud of causing the death of the men he'd killed, but shit happened. There'd only been three who he'd killed, and each one haunted him at times, but it had been their life or his. What he did for a living was dangerous.
He thought about his job as he took his first shot. Working with Xander and Dyson as the so-called muscle of their group meant the three of them were the ones taking the biggest risk. Breaking into a pedophile's home and sneaking up on them so they could cut off their cock and balls wasn't easy. They were good at what they did, the best, but that didn't mean shit didn't go wrong from time to time.
Sweat dripped down his spine as he took several more shots before straightening and rolling his shoulders again. The tension was growing and he didn't know why. It wasn't a physical issue. He wasn't sick, he wasn't overworking his body, it was that damn uneasy feeling that he couldn't shake that was causing him to feel as if he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.
"Nice shooting." The dark-haired guy beside him smiled.
"Thanks." Kasey nodded at him, paying a bit more attention to the man. He was attractive, his olive skin mixed with a summer tan, his voice held a slight accent. He watched the guy pick up a new gun out of the bag he'd set on the bench and Kasey felt his mouth go dry. There weren't many guns he hadn't shot, but if he was right, this guy had one. "Is that a Tavor?" He turned, taking a step closer to get a better look.
"It is." The guy smiled as he held it up. "One of my favorites."
Mostly only military or police forces carried the gun. They were an Israeli gun, used mostly in combat. Kasey didn't want to bother the guy, but his interest was piqued. "How does she shoot?"
"Takes some getting used to, but she does the job." The guy held the gun out to him. "Want to give her a try?"
Kasey was shocked. There was no way he'd let some stranger touch one of his guns, especially an expensive one. Not without knowing the person first and if they could shoot. "Seriously?"
"Yeah, I've been watching you. You know what the hell you're doing. I'm a cop and I bet your aim is better than mine." The guy set the gun down and reached his hand out. "I'm Noam."
"Kasey." He shook Noam's hand as he took note of the fact the guy was a cop and was glad he had come up with a cover story if anyone ever asked what he did for a living. "I don't know about my aim being better. You haven't done so bad yourself." He glanced down range at Noam's target.
"Just luck." Noam grinned as he reached for his water bottle. "Where'd you learn to shoot like that?"
Kasey shrugged. "My grandfather was really into guns. He started dragging me out shooting when I was five or six. I kept up with it. I've always enjoyed challenging myself."
"Hunt?"
"A couple of times, but really not my thing. This is more my style. You?"
"Nah, did some hunting in the past, but too much work to put meat on the table when I can run to the store so much easier and buy it. I grew up in Israel. My father had guns, then I joined the IDF and there were guns, then moved to America and got a job as a cop, and there were guns. Guess you could say they've always been part of my life." Noam set his water down and nodded to the gun. "Going to give her a try?"
"Thanks." Kasey picked up the gun and looked it over. It wasn't very different than others he'd shot. He turned, moving away from Noam and taking aim at the target. His body relaxed, his breathing evened, every part of his being feeling as one with the gun.
He took several shots before he straightened, his perfect vision allowing him to see the target. He was pleased with the precision of the gun. He glanced over his shoulder at Noam. "I'm impressed."
"She's not my favorite, but she does the job. I don't bring her out often. You were just in luck I brought her along with me today." Noam came to stand beside him.
Kasey set down the gun. "Thank you for letting me give her a try."
"Happy to. I had to know if you were checking me out or my gun." Noam grinned.
Kasey laughed, not shy at all about admitting he was looking at Noam. "Maybe a bit of both."
Noam raised a brow, looking a bit surprised by the admittance, but he didn't look upset by it at all. "You come out here often?"
