Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 92843 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92843 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Frowning down at it, Lena shrugged, “I’ve already fired an AS50.”
A couple of the men groaned, and I heard someone mutter, “I think I just came in my pants.”
Ignoring them, Sniper grinned at her as he lifted a case that had been sitting at his feet. “Ever shot the XM2010?”
For the first time since she’d first fired the gun he’d passed her earlier, Lena looked excited. “Does it—” she started and then licked her lips, getting more groans from the men. “Does it have the TrackingPoint on it?”
Sniper’s grin grew wider as he nodded at her. “Great, ain’t it?”
Walking over to him, she’d just lifted her hand, when Hunter’s voice boomed, “What the fuck is going on here?”
Her hand had only been about an inch away from the case, but hearing his voice, she jumped and turned around, her face going almost gray as she saw my brother.
“Nell’s friend Lena has come to help her out with the boys,” Dad explained as I looked over my shoulder, and saw Hunter staring at her with an expression I don’t think I’d ever seen before. “They came by so she could teach your sister to shoot, but then she beat Sniper’s ass, so he brought out his toys.”
Through it, the only movement my brother made was when his eyes skimmed down her tall figure and then snapped back up to her face as Dad’s words registered. “She did what?”
Stepping forward, I figured now was the best time to introduce them properly.
“Hunter, this is Lena,” I waved at my friend. “Lena, this is my brother Hunter, but the Club calls him Jaeger.”
Apparently, there hadn’t been a need for introductions.
I watched as her mouth moved with the name, “Hunter?” The sound coming out so quietly, I wasn’t even sure she’d made any until she got to the r in his real name.
“Fuck me,” Hunter rasped, making a move to take a step toward her, and stopping when her whole body tightened visibly.
Looking between them, Dad asked, “You two know each other?”
With a smile so brittle it would shatter with the wind, Lena turned back to Sniper and his guns.
“Yeah, we met once. Anyway, the deal is, I kick your ass with the Heckler and Koch and then the M4A1, and you’ll let me try out the XM2010. Right?”
Giving Hunter a long look, Sniper turned back to her. “That’s right, baby. Think you can do that?”
Rolling her eyes, Lena went about showing him she could indeed do that, and well. When she finally got to shoot the one from the case, her smile returned to looking natural and excited.
With each inspection she did of the weapon and every shot fired, the men let out groans and cursed. Apparently, a woman who knew her way around a firearm was a wet dream.
After that, she made good on her promise to teach me how to shoot a gun, a nice handgun instead of a bullet beast.
I wasn’t anywhere near her level, but by the time we turned around to go to the boys, I knew how to fire a weapon. Dad even conceded that it was safe for me to borrow one until I went and bought one of my own from the shop in town, too.
Not once throughout all of it did my brother look away from her, the same pained expression on his face as he did it. Lena, though, looked through him as we left, not even blinking as we walked past him.
Everyone had a story. I’d met Lena through a friend of mine who was her cousin, and we’d been best friends since. She knew my stories, and now I was going to find out the ones she hadn’t told me of hers.
“The doctor has signed their release papers,” the nurse told me as I picked up the car seat with Walker in it, and Lena picked up Hendrix’s. “I know you’re going to be nervous given what you’ve been through, but they’re perfectly okay to go home today.”
The news that they were being released a day early was a shock. Dad had gone by my house to pick up their car seats and dropped them by, but it had taken a couple of hours for all of their checks and paperwork to be completed. This had given Lena the chance to cuddle one while I’d fed the other one, until we’d swapped and done it all over again.
Which meant we were now minutes away from freedom.
“There’s a maternity nurse who works around the area for babies that have had a rough start or have health problems. It’s a new service being trialed, and she knows about these handsome boys. This is her number,” she said, talking quickly as she passed me a piece of paper.
“You can either give her a call to set up an appointment for her to check them over—it’ll give you some peace of mind, like—or you can keep it for if you’ve got any worries.