Dominic Arnold
Sex, gunpowder, and a curvaceous round ass.
Yeah. The three most important things a man needs when starting his day. Now, those are words to live by.
Dominic sits on the edge of a bench under the awning at The Tin Can. He draws in a deep breath. The combined smells of oil, burnt paper, and gunpowder - mixed with a hint of lust - fills his nose. The aroma is almost as tantalizing as sex itself.
Down the grassy null from where he's sitting, he spies Troy Tekin, the owner of The Tin Can Firing Range. He's making his way up the steep steps, and he's not alone. No. Jasmine Martinez is with him. His wolf's ears picked up their voices long before their bodies were visible.