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the handle until it clicked.
    "Okay."
    He held out the weapon to her, and she took
it.  The pistol was lighter than she'd imagined.  She wrapped her fingers
around the butt of it, the gun fitting nicely in her hand.  Her nerves
stretched taut.  She released a breathy smile.  "What do I do?"
    "Aim it at that first can."
    She held the gun out from her, her hand shaking
from anticipation.  "Do I just shoot?"
    "Squeeze the trigger."
    She relaxed her stance, embarrassed that she
was such a novice.  She fired.  The gun went off, kicking back against her hand. 
Not one of the cans moved as the bullet sailed into the green pasture.
    Milo laughed and approached her from behind.  "Let
me give you a few tips."  He moved in close, energy radiating off his
chest into her back.  "Hold out the gun."  He lifted her right arm,
the weapon aimed toward the cans.  "Now take your left hand and support
your right hand along the wrist."  He covered the outside of her hand and
moved it toward the gun as he leaned over her shoulder.  "See how that keeps
you steadier?"
    "Uh-huh."  She was pretty sure she
was anything but steady at the moment.  If he were to back away, she would fall
to the ground.  She tried to inhale a calming breath, but that only forced her
closer to him.  The crisp, woodsy scent of his cologne teased her senses,
increasing her attraction to him.
    He let go of her wrist and trailed his fingers
across the back of her neck, tugging her hair out of his way.  She froze as
shiver after shiver radiated down her body.
    "Your hair smells nice."  His nose
bumped her head as he took another long whiff and exhaled an appreciative sigh.
    "Thanks."
    He lifted her arms, reminding her that she'd
let them droop.  "Many people choose to turn their head to the side and
close one eye to help them sight in their target.  You probably have one side
that is more dominant over the other, so try practicing with different eyes
shut and see how you do."
    As she adjusted her aim using only one eye, he
released her hands, dropping his to her waist as though to hold her steady,
still watching over her shoulder.  Her gaze blurred, and she blinked.  She
couldn't think, let alone shoot with him that close.
    She focused again, letting out a slow breath. 
The can sat dead center in her gaze.  Just as she pulled the trigger Milo's
breath caressed her ear.  Her shot went wide, sending splinters flying from the
side of the small wooden building.  "Shit."
    He laughed.  "I think you just killed my
shed."
    "It's your fault."  She turned, and
he tipped the point of the gun downward, making her feel even worse.
    "How's it my fault?"  Merriment
danced in his eyes.
    "I can't keep my concentration with you
that close."
    Interested brows rose over his blue eyes.  "Oh,
really?"
    She clamped her lips shut, not happy that she'd
given herself away.  But she couldn't keep them closed.  She needed to give him
a piece of her mind.  "You did that on purpose."
    "I don't know what you're talking about."
    She studied him for a moment, staring deep into
his so-called innocent expression.  After a few seconds, a hint of a smile
tugged at his lips, and she knew she'd won.  "You are so busted.  You blew
in my ear on purpose, trying to distract me."
    He held his hands up in mock surrender.  "Okay. 
I'll admit it.  You're just too cute not to tease."
    Her heart jolted at his admission.  He liked
the way she looked.  Shouldn't matter to her, but it did.  She grinned.  "You
should take a step back, mister, and don't forget who's holding the gun here. 
Wouldn't want to distract me too much."
    He moved backward a few steps, his face alight
with amusement.  "Absolutely, darlin'.  You're in control now."
    She snorted.  The man was a master of sexual
innuendos.
    She turned, sighted in the first can one more
time and fired.  The coffee can flew in the air and landed on the other side of
the fence.  "Woo!"  She turned with an excited smile, and again