Nick rolled his eyes. “Go on,” he said, turning her toward the house and smacking her on the ass. “Oh, and tell Penny she better hide that fucking gun.” “How did you know?” she demanded. “I know the sound of a fifty caliber, and I know there’s only one person stupid enough to fire it from our porch roof.” “Handsome and smart,” she said on another sigh. “How did I get so lucky?” “We’ll talk about getting lucky later,” he promised.
