“You think a text will get rid of me?” He took the gun out of my hand and set it down on the end table. “And as sexy as it is to see you point this at me, make sure the safety is off next time.” “How did you know—” “Because I do.” He stared me down with a burning hostility. “Welcome to an adult conversation, where we speak face-to-face like fucking grown-ups.” He moved closer to me. “You got something to say to me?”
