Sammy felt on top of the world. Silently, she thanked her father for his shooting lessons. He had insisted she learn self-defense, and clearly, she still got it.
Chris ran a hand through his thick hair. "I wanted to do the romantic thing where I stand behind you, guide your hands, and teach you how to shoot." He sighed dramatically. "This date is ruined."
"Not a date," Sammy corrected. "You wanted to take me sightseeing and show me how to have fun, remember?"
Chris's eyes darkened with mischief. He pulled her close. "Are you sure about that?"
Sammy pushed against his shoulders, startled. Was he trying to kiss her in broad daylight, in the middle of a shooting range? In front of all these people? Her eyes widened when he leaned in closer.
Chris, you wouldn't–" Her eyes widened, her gaz
