Lucy hated guns. Hated every part of what they represented. Death. The taking of lives. Aggression. Fear. Power imbalance.
Yet, shooting with Mack was one of the most perfect moments in her life. She supposed how she felt about guns and how she felt about shooting with Mack pretty much summed up her entire screwed up relationship with the big guy. She loved him, but she knew it wasn't right.
He took her out to the far edge of his property, which was much bigger and more rugged and barren than she'd realized. It was absolutely beautiful. The sun was still making its way sleepily up the horizon as they made their way across the rough rock-strewn ground. The targets were already set up. Much farther away than Lucy thought possible.
Mack let Lucy shoot first. It was the first time in her l
