He frowned at me, and it was a good frown. I jerked back, pushing the chair and rising to my feet. Apparently, she was hanging on, not hurting him exactly, but not letting go. He was gentle, but not if you pushed him.
I drew my hand away from him and moved hack to stand with Bernardo. There was a gun cabinet in the living room. He read it while I watched his face. If you want that to change, you are going to have to com plicate your life, Anita.
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