He turned and noticed me, his eyes sliding down to the gun and his lips twitched. I suddenly felt embarrassed it was in my hands and blushed. “We need to talk about that at some point,” he said dryly as he turned and finished pouring two cups of coffee. “Although I will admit seeing you hold a gun right now with sex hair and legs for days is doing something to me.” He walked over and gently pulled the gun from my hand, replacing it with coffee.
