“I’m sure you can.” Craig crossed his arms. “Not as well as Hannah, but then, she was always my star pupil. If you’d only apply yourself a little more.”
“Story of my life.” Mac laughed.
“Go to it.” Craig waved them toward the door and stepped back. “You have the place to yourselves for now.”
Mac guided Stella into the range. The big room was bare bones: concrete floor, cinderblock walls, wooden partitions.
Craig followed them in, doubled up on ear protection, and leaned against the far wall.
Entering the indoor range, Stella tensed.
Mac put a hand on her arm and leaned close. “None of your cop friends are here. You can relax. Why don’t we hang out and watch Hannah for a while? It’s usually pretty entertaining.” He steered her toward the back wall.
Hannah handed out earplugs, loaded her weapon, and lined up in front of a target. She pulled the trigger. Hannah fired away, emptying her magazine into the paper target. She pressed a button and brought her target in. Seven shots, dead center. She replaced the target and sent it back. “You’re up, Mac.”
Mac gave Stella a questioning look. She nodded.
“Want to make it interesting?” Hannah stepped back. “Maybe a little wager?”
Mac snorted. “Not even tempted. You’ll have to hustle someone else.” He took his time with his shots, and his cluster was more than respectable, but Hannah could practically draw a smiley face.
Several men wandered in. Some lined up at stalls and practiced. Others hung back to watch Hannah, who moved her target back farther and farther. In the next thirty minutes, she accumulated a crowd of admirers, some of whom were now placing side bets or bringing alternative guns for her to try. Hannah kicked butt with everything she touched.
Mac gestured for Stella to take his place.
Though she’d relaxed while watching Hannah, sweat broke out under Stella’s arms and her heart kicked into gear as she stepped toward the stall. She wiped her hands on her jeans, and then unholstered her weapon. She took her stance. Her body stiffened, her arm feeling wooden as she aimed and fired.
“Your hand is drifting as you shoot.” He stepped up behind her, lined his body against hers, and slid one hand along her left arm. His other hand strayed to her hip.
OK. So that was distracting.
Stella glanced back at him. Mac nodded to the target. With his hand steadying her arm, she squeezed the trigger. The air stank of gunpowder, and shots rang on cinderblock as she emptied the magazine. Four shots later, she pulled her target in. The first few shots were left of the human outline, but one by one, each shot moved a few inches to the right.
Mac pointed to two shots in the target’s chest. “Those’ll do.”
Her first decent shots in months! Pleasure flooded her chest as she reloaded and emptied another magazine into the target. Even better. She could do this. Her career wasn’t over.
She flung her arms around Mac’s neck. “Thank you.”
He smiled down at her. “Before today, this wouldn’t have occurred to me as the perfect date.”
“Well, it was. You have no idea how relieved I am.”
A half hour later, Mac, Stella, and Hannah went out into the parking lot. The rain had stopped, but moisture hung in the air.
“I can’t believe it’s actually more humid than before the rain. Thunderstorms are supposed to relieve a heat wave.” Hannah opened her trunk and put her weapon in the gun safe. “That was fun. Thanks for calling me.”
Mac tucked his gun at the small of his back. “I’m going to hold on to mine for a while.”
Hannah kissed his cheek. She tapped her hand on his jaw. “You need to shave.”
Mac laughed. “I shaved once this year. That was more than enough.”
With a roll of her eyes, Hannah left.
“Thank you again. I needed that.” Stella slid her arms around Mac’s neck and kissed him. Mac tapped his temple. “It’s all a head game. All the crazy drills my father made us perform—and the sheer insanity of some of them would make you squirm—did one thing for all of us. They gave us confidence. He taught us that we could do things we never believed possible. He pushed us so far out of our comfort zones, we needed GPS to find our way back.” He reached over and rubbed her shoulder. “You can do it. I just saw you. When do you have to test?”
“Soon.” Relief faded to worry.
“Just remember, when you watch all those guys at the range, that my sister can outshoot all of them. And don’t think she can’t fire in a live action scenario. The Colonel did plenty of live-fire drills with us.”
Stella was horrified. Military recruits died in live-fire drills. Mac and his siblings had been children.