As You Like It

Moran teaches James how to perfect a gun. They flirt. They catch feelings for each other.***“Yes, I can shoot a gun,” he said. Gave him a charming smile – that hadn’t changed, his smile still had the same effect on everyone. Still, those eyes narrowed at him. “Well enough.” An eyebrow twitch, at that, and James gave a sharp sigh. “You have to admit that you are remarkably more efficient with one than most.”It didn’t feel exactly fair that someone like Moran – who could snipe without any kind of scope – would judge James’ capabilities.But then, he’d judged him from day one. Had constantly examined whether he was good enough. It was nothing new, but it was something from that old life – that dead life, and something he was eager to get away from.