“Right,” I said as I scooped her gun up, “next time, try not to drop the damn thing, yeah?”
She glared at me. “My turn. What happened that caused—”
I shook my head as I reached for my gun once more. “Nope. Not telling you anything related to that.”
She turned to face me. “You said I could ask anything and you’d answer honestly so long as it had nothing to do with Heist.”
I glared at her, staring down my nose. “I won’t answer that. Ever. Got it?”
She sighed. “Then, I’m not telling you how I know Jason.”
I chuckled as I popped off another perfect shot. “I already know he’s your ex. What I don’t know is why you guys broke up.”
Shock rolled over her features out of the corner of my eye. “What the hell did he say about me in that interrogation room?”
I holstered my weapon. “Is that your question?”
She crossed her arms over her chest. “Yeah, it is. What did he say about me?”
I turned to face her. “He told me to leave you alone or that I’d be sorry I didn’t.”
She scoffed. “Spoken like a true ex. It pisses him off that we broke up because he wanted to become a cop.”
“You don’t approve of the profession or something?”
She withdrew her weapon and cocked it. “I don’t approve of the police in general.”
She aimed down the sights of her gun and while the shot she took wasn’t on point, it sure as hell was a lot better than the first one she had taken. She hit the second rung of the target a bit off to the left, and I watched as frustration poured over her face.
“So, not a fan of police officers?” I asked.
She chewed on the inside of her cheek. “Nope.”
We kept taking turns asking questions and taking shots, and the more shots she took the more accurate she became. I was impressed, to be honest, and it felt good to get a few shots in myself. It had been a while since I’d gotten the go-ahead to fire my weapon at all. Things had been pretty silent with the club for a couple of years, and I had forgotten how much I’d been itching to empty a magazine into the side of the mountain.
“We should get back, the sun is starting to set,” Aria said.
I holstered my weapon. “Yeah, we should.”
I turned to face her, watching as the sun softly set behind her entire body, and the colors of the sunset illuminated her features. Her eyes sparkled with the watercolors streaked across the clouds and the gentle glow of the warm rays of sunshine made her dirty blonde hair sparkle. I had to pull my gaze away just to keep my cock from bulging against the zipper of my jeans.
“Let’s go, we don’t have all night,” I said flatly.
The ride back to her car that had been stashed in the alleyway was quiet. Completely silent, actually. She had no questions and no follow-ups. There were no jokes or giggling back and forth. As the sun continued to set, cloaking the entire world in darkness, I pulled up to the driver’s side of her car.
Before she slid off my bike.
“Thanks,” she said as she pulled her helmet off.
She handed it to me and I nodded. “No problem.”
She didn’t turn toward her car, though. “One more question?”
I ripped my helmet off. “Sure, why not?”
“Do you always back away from women that turn you on? Because you’ve been pitching a tent all fucking day and yet you’ve done nothing about it.”
I slid my eyes down her body. “You really are a spitfire, aren’t you?”
