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Shea stood behind Labrys in the stall at the Avid Marksman Indoor g*n Range. Each wore a pair of rented ear muffs. “Keep the index finger of your shooting hand parallel to the slide, with the rest of your fingers wrapped around the grip. Put your thumb down on the other side or it could break it when you fire.”
Labrys pressed her body against Shea’s. “Like this?” Her voice had a hint of breathiness in it that brought heat to Shea’s groin.
Shea tried to ignore it. “Lay the thumb of your other hand on top of the first one and wrap the fingers of your left on top of your right fingers.”
“Like a golfer’s grip.”
“I suppose. Never played golf.”
“Really? You’d love it. We’ll have to go sometime. I can teach you. Only fair since you’re showing me how to shoot.”
“Deb . . .”
“It’s Labrys!
