Lessons. With need2speed.

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Oliver stood on his private beach barefoot, drawing back on his bow and staring intently at the target. He held still, silent and utterly focused, listening to the sound of his own heart beat. Then he released the arrow, watching in satisfaction as it hit the bullseye dead center.

A smile touched his lips and he lowered the bow, turning to look at Mia, who was holding the bow he'd given her a couple days before. "Your turn."