When the alarm went off, Trey pried his eyes open and forced himself out of bed. A cold shower woke up both his body and his brain. While he scraped his razor across his overnight stubble with quick strokes, he brewed coffee in the little pot provided in the room, swallowing the first cup as he yanked his clothes on. The range would accomplish two things for him-polish his rusty skills and maybe get rid of some of the energy sizzling through him thanks to Casey. A tempting puzzle but one he didn't have time to solve now. Not if he wanted to stay alive.
He checked the yellow pages ad again and saw it also included directions to the range. Checking his ammunition supply, he stuck the Glock in its usual place in his jeans and headed out, coffee in hand.
The range was pretty basic but had en
