She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 146

Chapter 146 Gun Club Competition

The next morning dawned over Alerith.

Freya had already washed and dried the clothes she'd worn the day before.

Freshly dressed and ready to go, she sat in the living room, waiting for Kristian.

Half an hour later, the two of them shared breakfast and then headed out together.

Their destination was a legitimate gun club nestled in the heart of city, one that required both a membership and a referral letter for entry. Kristian had, of course, already taken care of all the formalities.

It took them an hour to reach the club.

Kristian, well-acquainted with the manager, was greeted with a warm, familiar smile. "It's been quite some time since we last crossed paths, Kristian."

"It has been a while," Kristian replied, falling naturally into conversation.

"And who might this be?" the manager asked, his eyes drifting curiously toward Freya.

Kristian's expression shifted, his eyes dimming slightly as he began, "My..."

"Just a friend. Freya Briggs," Freya cut in, introducing herself with a composed smile.

Something in her gut told her that if she didn't interrupt, Kristian would've said something she wasn't ready to hear.

Kristian glanced her way; that had indeed been his intention-to introduce her as his wife.

"This way, please," the manager said with a knowing glint in his eyes before gesturing them forward. "A professional will be along shortly to teach you how to shoot. Follow me."

They walked in silence down the corridor that led to the shooting range.

Freya and Kristian were each assigned their own professional instructor.

The manager, Mack Russell, happened to be Damon Russell's cousin. Observing Freya's focused demeanor, he leaned toward Kristian and muttered, "You and Ms. Briggs-there's no way you're just friends, is there?"

Kristian rarely had female companions, which made Mack all the more intrigued.

"Indeed, we're not just friends," Kristian admitted, already familiar with every corner of the shooting range from

past visits.

eyebrows lifted with

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Gun

Kristian said eventually, weighing Freya's reaction and deciding not to

Mack was visibly startled.

you get

Kristian

a heads-up, but not me?" Mack

shocking was the fact that Kristian's marriage had never made

as he held the gun, a storm of mix feelings flickering across

once the instructor wrapped up his briefing, Kristian turned

Mack changed the subject. "Just here for some fun today?" he aske "No, we're here to compete," Kristian said, his

Kristian always did have

game, Mack strolled over to Freya and chatted with her, "Let me give you a hand. Kristian': been practicing since

alright," Freya replied, her tone steady

sure you don't want a little help?" Mack

seemed too graceful, too delicate, to be thrown into a shooting match

was in her hands, the old familiarity washed over her. “No, but thank you,”

refusal, Mack

two professionals observing, Mack himself was

woman

highest total rings wins,"

"Alright," Kristian agreed.

shooting stance, focusing intently on the fifty-meter

sharp cracks echoed

shot hit dead center.

no surprise to the club regulars or to Mack,

were merely

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handed his gun back to a

had his

rings was no small feat. But Freya looked calm. Unbothered. As

her gun

clean through the

beside her dropped