Viola laughed breathlessly.
“I think you’ve ruined me for all other shooting instructors.”
“Good,” he said, sliding his hand into hers as they walked away. “I like being your only distraction.”
The drive back was quiet. Not awkward—just charged.
Mack had one hand on the wheel, the other draped casually over the gearshift. Viola sat beside him, her fingers tapping idly on her thigh, her body still humming with the tension from the range… and from him.
The city lights flickered as they turned down a quieter road. She glanced over at him. His jaw was tight, eyes on the road, but she could feel him—every inch of him—holding himself back.
When he finally pulled into the underground parking lot of his building, the tension had curled into something heavier. Tighter.
“Are you hungry?” he a
