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“Do you plan to kill everyone who threatens me?”
“Yes.”
“Do you think that’s a logical response?”
“No.”
“But it doesn’t matter, does it?”
“It does not.”
She leaned back and looked up into my face. “Do you really love me that much?”
I loved her even more than “that much.” I just didn’t have the words to explain the extent of it. I was used to thinking, so a phenomenon that consisted of nothing but “feeling” was still being added to my limited emotion vocabulary.
“Yes, I do. You…complete me.”
“Man, what the hell ever.”
Grinning, she smacked my chest and pulled out of my hold. I was too busy laughing to keep her in place.
“You only know about that movie because we watched it together, so you’re welcome.” She reached into a hidden pocket in her dress, pulled out a phone, and held it up. “And here. It’s your old phone. I’ve been looking for it since I started in Operations because I didn’t grab mine from the condo before we left. I wasn’t sure if it had some kind of special tech on it. A satellite connection or something, I don’t know. I’m not tech-savvy. But that’s not the only reason I grabbed it. Did you ever use this phone when we were out and about? Like, to take pictures.”
I stared at the device in her hand.
She didn’t know what she’d just found for me.
“It has pictures,” I said.
“It’s not charged. I couldn’t find the right cord. But if we get it charged, and we can use it, will you let me look through the pictures?”
I slipped it from her fingers. “Of course. Some nostalgia for the way things were?”
“You could say that.” She removed my shirt and extended it toward me. “But, come on. Let’s clean up our picnic so we can head to Juniper before we go see Okoro. If we leave now, we should have enough time to get those two fucks in.”
I pulled the shirt over my head and stuck my arms in the sleeves in one motion. “We don’t have to clean up. We finished the food. The wine, we can leave for the rats.”
Her eyes widened. “There areratsdown here?”
“Isn’t that what you meant by Pied Piper penis?”
“You know it’s not.”
I scooped her up.
She wrapped her arms around my neck. “I think you’re turning me into one of those women who, if we break up, will end up stalking you and hiding in the bushes outside your place to see who you’ve moved on with.”
“You won’t catch me,” I said.
“Why’s that?”
“Because I’ll be on the other side of town, hiding inyourbushes.”
Laughing, she set her head on my shoulder.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
DEZ
