Precious Hazard (Perfectly Imperfect, #11)

by Neva Altaj

I must really be losing my edge if I didn’t notice her pulling my Sig from the back of my pants while she was dangling upside down. Or maybe I was too distracted by her ass mere inches from my face. “Do you even know how to use a gun?” I ask. “Care to find out?” I sigh. The safety is still on. I’m done with this standoff. Grabbing the barrel, I slowly pull it up and press it to my chest. “Either shoot or get in the damn car.”

I grit my teeth and focus on the parsley, which at this point is a bruised mess after my aggressive chopping. “Your fine motor skills do seem to be suffering a bit in terms of your finesse, to be honest. That poor parsley looks all but ground down.” Son of a— My self-control snaps. I fling the knife up, catch the tip of it as it flips in the air, and send it flying. The blade sails mere inches from Tara’s ear, all the way across the living room until it strikes the solid wood of the front door. “Huh.” I cant my head. “You might be right. I’m half an inch to the left of my target.” When my gaze shifts back to Tara, she is staring at me open-mouthed, shock etched on her remarkable features.