“No. When courting fails, the next step is abduction.”
She laughed into the night—until she caught a glimpse of his face. His expression was serious. Her mouth fell open. “Weren’t you joking?”
His sudden grin didn’t make her any more or less certain. Alright. She’d let him have that one.
“Do you know,” she told him, gently touching the almost-healed cut on his lip, “that I’ve never once held a gun before today?”
His grin remained only until he glanced at her features. He came to a stop. “Now you’re not serious. That glass you shot was an inch from my head.”
“But it’s true.” She wiggled her fingers, silvery in the moonlight. “I knew my aim would be perfect. And it was, don’t you agree?”
He studied her face a moment longer, before starting toward Vesuvius again, a smile deepening the corners of his mouth. “God help me,” he said.
Once again, she took that as a “yes.”