Page 24 of Misguided

“Why not?” He shrugs. “Season’s open, and I’ve got a permit. If you’re not too precious about camping out, then we’ve got the time to kill—no pun intended.” He takes another swig of the whiskey before recapping it. “You’re just lucky we’re not heading out next month.”

“Why’s that?”

“Otherwise you’d be doin’ it with a crossbow.” He waggles his eyebrows and I can’t help but laugh at the visual of me trying to fire an arrow in a straight line.

“Promise I won’t shoot you. I’ll be the perfect student.”

“You say that now, but it wouldn’t be the first time a woman’s gone all crazy on my ass.”

“One difference this time, though,” I say with a twist of my lips.

“What’s that?” His gaze narrows.

“You haven’t fucked me and dumped me, so I haven’t got any reason to be pissed with you.”

He grins lazily and leans across the bar until we’re an inch apart. “Yet.”