Daphne
I never would have considered a night at a shooting range to be a hot date, but Nash had proven me wrong.
A pistol was a weird gift to give a girl, but at the same time, it was quite touching. He wanted to give me the gift of protection and self-defense. He wanted to make sure if he was ever not around, that I had the means to defend myself. It was… surprisingly sweet and thoughtful. And the fact that he’d chosen purple just made me laugh.
I can’t get away from purple.
The shooting range was a surprise too. Sneaking into an old barn to find out there was this whole shooting gallery and training area inside was bizarre. I felt like I’d stepped into a spy movie or something.
Handling the gun was scary at first. Even when I knew the magazine cartridge was empty, I wa
