"Jesus Christ, woman," he croaks. His voice is thick, and he takes the second he needs to put the safety onto his weapon and holster it before he opens his arms and beckons her closer.
"Put the damn gun away and come here."
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"Jesus Christ, woman," he croaks. His voice is thick, and he takes the second he needs to put the safety onto his weapon and holster it before he opens his arms and beckons her closer.
"Put the damn gun away and come here."