God, I’m tired.
“You did good,” Carson says as we clean our weapons. “You both have excellent aim.”
“She’s better than me,” Scarlett says, nudging me with her shoulder. “This isn’t your first time.”
“No.” I notice that Carson’s eyes narrow on me. “I took lessons behind my father’s back.”
But then I remember that my dad admitted to knowing about my classes, something I would haveswornhe didn’t know, and now I’m not so sure if he was in the dark about my target practice.
Probably not, now that I think about it.
“Why?” Carson asks.
I’ve had to talk about my asshole of a sperm donor a lot today. I don’t like it.
“Because he was a bastard,” I reply simply and glance at Scarlett. Having to explain why I took so long to return to her was not fun. I was much calmer than when I was in Rome’s office, but she could still tell I was rattled. From her sniffles when we were learning self-defense to finding out more about my past, needless to say, she was distraught. She hasn’t told me her full story yet, but I’m learning there are a lot of buried scars at Rapture. But now to explain why I learned to shoot. “I suspected that I might need to know how one day. But it’s been a long time since I’ve practiced.”
“You’ll be practicing every day until further notice,” Carson says.
“I think it’s kind of badass,” Scarlett says with a smile. “And Luke thinks it’s sexy.”
“Itissexy,” I agree. “You look damn hot when you’re shooting that gun.”
Carson’s eyes gleam with humor. “It’s not about that.”
“I know, I know.” I roll my eyes at him. “It’s about self-defense. But it’s okay if looking hot while we do it is a bonus. Are you seeing anyone, Carson? Are you married? Kids?”
He simply shakes his head slowly. “Fuck no.”
“Huh.”
Scarlett smiles.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Carson asks.
“Nothing.” I shake my head and set the weapon back in its carrying case. “I’m just surprised, that’s all. You’re handsome. You’re funny. I figure someone would snatch you up.”
“I’m also an assassin, and most of the time, I’m an asshole.”
I blink at him, not at all surprised about the assassin admission.
Carson is intense. And he looks …scary.
“No one’s perfect.”
His lips twitch at that, and then we’re making our way to the elevators, where the guards who have been shadowing us all day are waiting.
“You’re not going up with us?” I ask Carson when he doesn’t get on the elevator.
“I have work.” He crosses his arms over his chest, watching us.
“Have a good night,” I call out to him.
“Be careful,” Scarlett adds, and Carson’s eyes fill with humor again before the doors close.
After dropping Scarlett off on her floor, my two guards ride with me up to the penthouse. I thank them, then walk inside and let out a deep breath. I’m off work tonight, and I’m glad. I need to disassociate for a while. To just put on a mindless TV show or listen to music and simplybe.Rome will probably be at work all evening, so I’m just going to zone out.
I don’t want to think.
