“Sounds like you learned something when we danced at that party,” she says, turning her head to kiss his cheek when it brushes against hers. Having him close like this makes her heart beat faster. “Maybe later you can give me a visual demonstration of what you’re talking about.”

Midge takes his advice though, holding the gun steady as she aims again. When she fires, she anticipates the recoil and moves with the gun so that it doesn’t hit her. This time, the bullet hits on one of the rings closer to the center of the bullseye.