Maggie Norris and Luke Vaudest come with attitudes of stone-cold, rude, sarcastic snakes. Every single time the pair have clashed, it has never ended up being a good thing. The two are more than fine with never crossing paths, again.
Until Maggie d...
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"Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place." – Zora Neale Hurston
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Chapter 41 <—————————————>
Maggie
"You're holding it wrong."
I yelped, stumbling back from my spot before my eyes jumped to the source of the surprise.
Luke was leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed, not a shirt in sight. The corner of his lips lifted into a smirk, hinting at the dimples he kept hidden so well.
I rolled my eyes, skipping over the hard lining of his stomach. "What are you doing in here?"
"You seriously think I didn't hear you in my room?" he called me out. "And, you took my gun." Chuckling, he nodded at me. "But, go ahead. You were doing just fine on your own."
"It wasn't even loaded," I acknowledged in a grumble.
"Uh huh," he chuckled, stepping from the doorway to offer his palm. "Give it back, Norris."
With an eye roll, I placed the pistol back in his hand. When he had it, he flicked his head at me. "I told you you'll get your own in a few days."
"Why not now?"
"Probably because you just went into my room while I was showering, and took one of my pistols," he acknowledged, but he didn't sound angry. He sounded amused. "That was real irresponsible of you, Norris."
"Well, that's because you wouldn't let me have my own, yet. What if something happens?"
Luke pulled his arms back over his chest, the pistol hanging from underneath them. "Then, the person who actually knows how to shoot: me, will be the one to stop it."
"Whatever." My feet carried me to the bed. "It's not even that hard. Just point, click, and boom."
"Point, click, and boom?" he repeated, his voice hanging with humor.
Atop the mattress, I tucked either leg under me "That's what I said, yeah."
His brow rose at me with a look of skepticism. "You know, a part of me is a little nervous that you're gonna use that saying on me one day," he joked before his expression turned serious. "Shit. Now that I think about it..."
