This woman was going to be the death of him. She was succeeding where his captures had failed with her tight tank tops and short shorts first swaying in his kitchen and now in front of him as they came to the clearing. Tempting him. Teasing him. It was like waving a red flag in front of a bull. And now he was going to teach her to shoot. Standing close to her, breathing in her scent. Feeling her body pressed up against his.
He’d tried keeping everything professional between them. He knew he couldn’t physically stay away from her so he tried telling himself to treat her like a client but the woman made it impossible.
Brooklyn was so easy to get along with. She was funny, smart, inquisitive and didn’t judge him. She’d shown him how brave she was when she started going without her glasses
