“And you’re so good at it,” said Dom. He’d lost interest in Travis already and was now leering at Kiko, who felt his heart speed up. Damn, he wished now that Travis had impressed the woman rather than fight with her. Dom’s intentions were clear about what he wanted when they got home, and Kiko wanted to provide.
“I wouldn’t say that,” he said, sipping at his water.
Dom grinned. “I can confirm your aim is good. Dead center.”
“Then I don’t need to prove it,” said Kiko.
“Oh, come on,” said Dom. “Can you beat her?”
Kiko shrugged. He didn’t have much experience with firearms and he knew he was unlikely to beat Martha, even while sober, but from the times he had shot he had never done poorly. Luckily for him, Travis having hit two separate pumpkins meant that the person wandering up to shoo
