Ivan had left the shooting range some time ago but Rosie hadn't been paying attention to him so she didn't notice when he left.
"Give me your phone," Rosie demanded boldly, holding out a perfectly manicured hand.
Jazz cocked a brow, her endless patience showing steely confidence underneath. "You forgot to cock your gun," She said dryly.
"I'm not robbing you, just giving you something you should have asked for." Rosie charged right on.
Jazz gave her a proper look now, "Did she give the go-ahead for you to give me her number?"
Rosie gave the trainer a look, needing to crane her head back a bit. "You've met her, I can't believe you're asking that."
"But…" Jazz hesitated.
Rosie was prepared to strip her down if she delayed any further. She knew they both needed this first push, and after that, however things went, it had nothing to do with her. "Just call her or text. I'll make sure she's here same time next week."
