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“You can’t be blabbing that you work here. You don’t.”
“I gotta ask you something. You told me you and Addison were just friends. Why’d you go upstairs with her at the club?”
Hawk gaped at him. “Bro, what is up with you?”
Shoving his hands into his pants pockets, Tommy started shuffling back and forth. “Nothing, why?”
Frustration tinged Hawk’s tone. “I’mnottalking about Addison and you gotta back off. She said no. Move on.”
“When I was in Philly, I thought about her—a lot. I was hoping she would change her mind about me.”
Hawk squeezed his shoulder. “If she told you no, she’s not interested. I’ve known her for a while and she’s not into playing games. She’s very direct. Let this one go.”
Tommy glowered at him. “Got it. Well, I joined the club, so I’m gonna get my money’s worth.”
“I hope you do. It’s a fun place to hang out.” Hawk’s phone rang. It was his installation director. “I gotta take this. Don’t talk to anyone about working here.”
“Gotcha,” Tommy replied.
“Hey,” Hawk answered.
“I just heard what happened with Wayne.” His director started laughing. “What a cluster.”
Hawk headed toward the elevator, punched the up button. “I’m on my way upstairs.” He hung up to his installation director’s hysterical laughter.
I’m not gonna get a damn thing done today.
* * *
Addison had been at the firing range for ten minutes when she felt eyes on her. She turned to see Hawk staring through the observation window behind her. Her heart skipped a beat when her gaze met his.
She put down her weapon and left the room. “Hey, how long you been standing there?”
“Long enough to admire your form,” he replied.
She hitched a brow. “Are you flirting with me, Nicholas Hawk?”
“I love watching you shoot.” He winked. “You got a great ass.”
A whisper-soft moan ripped through her. She couldn’t wait for their role play when the club closed.
“The lane next to me was empty, but it’s not now,” she said trying to get them back on track.
His steely eyes stayed cemented on hers. “I’ll share yours.”
Being in that small space turned up the heat. She’d always loved shooting with him, but things were different now. They’d crossed that line and she couldn’t go back. Didn’t want to. She was hooked on him and she couldn’t wait for more.
The Hawk Effect.
She waited while he slipped in ear plugs and pulled on goggles. Then, with his weapon in hand, they turned their attention to the target.
They stood side by side, readied their shots, and fired. They’d been shooting together for so long, it was like second nature. Normally, she’d focus on her breathing, to ensure her aim was steady, but his scent wafted in her direction and broke her concentration.
When she fired, the bullet missed the target completely.
He glanced over at her. “What’s with your stance?”
She lowered her weapon, looked down at herself. “What do you mean?”
