It was a skill she had already proven at the shooting range she often visited in secret.
“You’re crazy,” the man muttered under his breath, cutting her train of thoughts.
Olivia tilted her head. Then, unexpectedly, she smiled. Her finger shifted slightly against the trigger. The movement was subtle, but his breath hitched anyway.
“If I were crazy, you’d already be on the floor, and I’d be explaining to the nurses why there’s a new hole in the wall,” her eyes surveyed him from head to toe. “And in your body.”
She took a slow step forward. The man instinctively stepped back, the color draining from his face. His lips parting in a shallow, unsteady breath.
A dark patch began to spread down the front of his pants.
It took only a second for Olivia to understand what was happening.
He had
