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into something that gives you no real-life skills, but the IDPA’s rules don’t allow people to create specialized race guns. You’re competing based on mostly skill and not who can afford the best technology. Mostly, I want to be able to defend myself and my home. Plus, I enjoy being as good as I can be. The challenge of dialing your weapon in so you can hit something at a hundred yards means a ten-yard shot is a piece of cake.”
    “And if I can walk you through hitting a bullseye at a half-mile tomorrow?”
    I did the math in my head, “That’s just under 900 yards, right? I’ve played around on a three hundred yard range a few times. I can’t imagine tripling the distance.”
    “Like you said, at a certain point it becomes the person relying on technology, but in this case, without a good deal of skill and knowledge, the technology won’t be much help.” He shrugged. “I know the kind of precision shooting it takes to make it to the Olympics, much less come home with a silver medal. You have to know your weapon inside and out, know which ammunition works best when it’s cold, when it’s warm, when there’s humidity in the air versus dry air. Hell, even the altitude can change the trajectory. All this plays into what a sniper has to consider, too. You already know a lot of what a sniper has to know, you just have to apply it with a slightly different mindset. If I can’t get you dialed in at a half-mile tomorrow, I suck as a teacher.”
    “Why do you want to teach me?”
    “Good excuse to get close to you?”
    His grin told me just how close he wanted to get to me, and I shook my head. “I’m not interested in a relationship, Nix.”
    “Your divorce has been final a little over a year. Have you dated anyone since you got rid of him?”
    I shook my head.
    “Tell me you haven’t been celibate for a year, sweetheart.”
    His eyes were kind, his voice gentle, and my face went hot and I looked down, unsure of what to say. Jinn had been the best ever in bed, it was just too bad we couldn’t make it work outside of sex because no one was ever going to compare to him. I’d had sex about six weeks after the divorce was final, and then cried the next day because all I could do was compare the dude’s crappy technique to Jinn’s enchanted fingers and tongue and cock and… everything . Jinn was magic in bed, and out. No one else was ever going to be able to hold a candle to the way he could make me feel.
    The easiest way to explain was to tell Nix, “I was married to an Encantado.”
    He was quiet a few seconds before saying, “Wolves mate for life. We’re basically sluts before we fall in love, but once we do? We’re true to our mate.”
    My eyes teared up and I excused myself to the bathroom. How the hell had he zeroed in on my biggest problem? I’d thought I’d be okay knowing Jinn had sex a couple hundred times a month, and only a quarter or a third of those times with me. Since he loved me and wanted to share his life with me, his needing and wanting to have sex with so many others wouldn’t be a big deal. I’d thought.
    After all, deer aren’t monogamous, either. I was free to have sex with others — and I did. Not hundreds of others, but there weren’t any limits on either of us.
    Everything worked beautifully, at first, because for the first year he’d had sex with random people and hadn’t kept going back to anyone. However, once I realized he had a half a dozen people he was regularly having sex with, and one person he was having sex with more than me, I became jealous. I honestly didn’t blame him for not liking that side of me, because I hadn’t liked that side of me, either. Deer don’t normally feel that kind of jealousy, but as soon as I found out he was with her more than me, it’d stung.
    I stepped into the handicapped stall so I’d have some room, leaned against the wall, drew my gun from my holster, and held it against my leg. Not because I wanted to shoot someone, but