The rounds wore on, and Kit pretended to care who advanced, though she was more interested in looking at the forms beneath the tunics and trousers. Landon’s bulging biceps and the way the cords in Jate’s neck strained when he concentrated had her shifting in her seat and even licking her lips from time to time. In the end, it came down to the two of them, and no one was surprised when Jate hit the bullseye right in the center in his final shot, edging Landon out for the win.

“Ah, that’s too bad,” Avinia sighed. “I was hoping Landon would win.”

“And I was hoping Jate would win!”...