Twenty minutes later, they pulled up outside a building that Lauren knew.

A gun range.

"Why are we here?" she asked, though she already knew.

"Because you're going to learn how to shoot." Wyatt killed the engine, turning to look at her. "Basic self-defense, Lauren. You need to know how to protect yourself if I'm not there. First this, then later hand-to-hand combat."

She should tell him. Should admit that she already knew how to shoot, that she'd taken a role two years ago as an assassin ...