“How about after you help Paris? I don’t want you arriving at your date all bloodied and tired.”
“You are so going down.”
CHAPTERFOUR
It wasnice that Paris was waiting for him when Rider arrived. On the drive over to the bar, he thought she might have changed her mind. In case she ever needed to in the future, he’d give Paris his contact information.
Rider pulled up next to her and rolled down his window. “Ready?”
“Yup.”
Paris’ outfit was practical, yet at the same time, highly feminine, something he suspected wasn’t easy to pull off. Just looking at her made his cock turn hard, but Rider attributed his reaction to not having been with a woman in quite a while. It was rare to meet someone who possessed werewolf blood, and for some reason that was the type of woman he wanted to be with—when he was ready to settle down, that is. When would he be ready? Not for a long time.
She slipped into his SUV and patted her gun case. "I'm ready."
“Great. I have several different caliber guns so you can see which weapon works best for you.” He wasn’t sure why she needed to learn to shoot well, but he’d promised he’d help, so he would. “Since I don’t know this area, where do you suggest we practice?”
“I was thinking we could take a drive up to Miller’s Ridge. It’s public land, and I’ve never seen anyone there the few times I’ve gone to practice.”
“Sounds perfect. Tell me where to go.” Rider didn’t dare look over at her after his comment. Paris seemed the type to shoot him a good comeback, but she didn’t.
While short, the trip was scenic. It didn’t take long before he realized the hill she spoke of was overlooking Harrison Industries. That was a stroke of luck.
Rider parked, grabbed his gear from the back, and looked around the area. While most of the hillside was covered in thick, leafy green trees, preventing people from seeing them, it also blocked some of the view of the complex below.
“What are you staring at?” she asked.
Shit. He hadn’t even heard Paris come up behind him. Rider was slipping, and he couldn’t let that happen. “Just getting the lay of the land.” He nodded to the building below. “That’s where you work, right?”
“Yes. I pointed out the building on the drive up here, remember?” She cracked a smile.
Rider should have paid better attention. “Sometimes I become distracted.
“If you’re worried about someone catching us up here, not only is it public property, I don’t think the guards patrol this area—at least I’ve never seen them. The whole compound is fenced in. They have no need to check anywhere else.”
He faced her. “Have you ever had a break-in?”
“Not in the two years I’ve been here. Why?”
“Just curious.”
He found it odd that she said she came to work after college. While he sucked at guessing a woman’s age, Paris looked to be in her thirties. Of course, she could have started school late. He would have asked, but he didn’t want to get off on the wrong foot.
He cleared his throat. “Where do you usually shoot?”
“I’ll show you.”
She’d brought not only her weapon, but also a small metal target. He was curious to see how far away she needed to stand in order to hit it. Rider followed her through the woods to a clearing. She then leaned the plate against a tree.
“Are you’re expecting your target to be that low to the ground?” he asked.
She spun around and smiled. “How high off the ground is a werewolf’s heart?”
“Remind me never to shift in front of you.”
When Paris laughed at his attempt at levity, something stirred in his gut, and he didn’t like it one bit.
Rider walked over to the target, picked it up, and wedged it between two branches six-feet off the ground. While higher than even a human’s heart, she might be on the ground when she had to take a shot.