‘I’m still waiting,’ Chanterelle said. ‘There’s only so much of that meaningful frown I can take, you know.’ ‘I’m sorry. It’s just—’ I found myself grinning. ‘I almost think you might like me for who I am.’ ‘Don’t push your luck, Tanner. Only a couple of hours ago you were pointing a gun at me. Most relationships that start like that tend to go downhill.’ ‘Ordinarily, I’d agree. But you also happened to be pointing a gun at me, and your gun was considerably larger than mine.’ ‘Hmm, maybe.’ She sounded far from convinced.
