"Actually," she said slowly, "after the November matches... I was wondering if maybe I could get some space for practice at that big estate? Just a small area, nothing fancy. Somewhere I could train when I visit."
I considered this. The estate was massive—obscenely so. We'd built a full golf course on the grounds and still had space that we hadn't figured out what to do with yet. Space for Jasmine's shooting range was more than possible.
It was trivial.
I didn't say anything. Just made a mental note to have it ready by the time she came back from her November matches. A proper facility. Professional grade. The kind of range that would make her teammates jealous and her training more effective than anything she could access through official channels.
Because I did not want to make her something small, apparently, excessive was one of my names now!
"Peter?" She waved a hand in front of my face. "You okay? You just... went somewhere."
"I'm fine." I smiled. "Just thinking."
