She pulled at his tee shirt again, wishing to feel his naked chest upon hers. A snarl contorted his features, and he marched up to it, laying his pistol down on the marquetry table so that his hands were free to grab the picture off the wall. “I love this warm end of summer more than words can tell,” he said. Then he understood. She hit the villain with it. And she’s pluck to the backbone.
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