Evie had stared wide-eyed at Raff, who thankfully hadn’t seen her when she’d peeked around the back wall of the kitchen. Wasn’t exactly the sort of thing she imagined ever watching Raff do, but there he was, broad back straight, standing and taking his morning’s ablution, happy as a lark.
Then that horrible man loomed.
Jenny was close to Evie’s ear. ‘We’ll slip along this wall. I’ll step out first, then you, all right?’
Mortified, Evie chanced a glance over her shoulder at Jenny. ‘And do what?’
‘I’ll fire a round, then you will. It’ll give our men some time to find cover.’
Evie gaped. ‘I’ve never fired a gun.’
‘You’re about to. You lift it to your shoulder, point, drop this lever to load, close it,’ she said demonstrating with hand movements, ‘take a breath and shoot. Just don’t hit Raff. Squeeze the trigger—don’t yank it. The gun will bang into you hard, so be aware.’
‘What if they shoot back?’ Stupid question. Of course they’d shoot back.
‘They’re not expecting us. We’ll surprise them,’ Jenny said. ‘Come on.’ They sidled to the corner. ‘Ready?’
No. But Evie nodded.