Evil women were the best. Really, they were the only kind who could interest Noah for longer than a night or two. In some ways, his ex-wife had been a lot like Vienna, except a lot more flighty and spoiled and a lot less mature. Sometimes he wondered if Jenna was still alive and, if she was, what she might be like now. It was easy to sluff off thoughts of his ex-wife when Vienna said she might have to punish him; her expression let him know what sort of punishment she might be considering. "I can be really forgetful, so you might have to do that," he said.
Yes, he was hoping this room had a door that would lock, because he didn't imagine they were getting away from here without certain distractions happening.
"My dad ran one," Noah said in answer to her question. "All of us grew up shooting. With the way everything turned out, I gotta tell you I'm glad I know my way around guns." It was honestly the only reason he was alive right now, but there was no point getting into that kind of topic. He wasn't in the mood for heavy, and he didn't imagine she was, either. "Did you ever learn to shoot?" Somehow he didn't think so, although of course he could be wrong. "I could teach you sometime."
Her next question had his eyebrows arching, and he smiled. "That'd be fine. 'Course, it'd mean I'd have to take some clothes off." Wouldn't that be a tragedy?