“How many pairs of boots do I have in there?” “I wouldn’t know.” “You keep buying them, so you ought to know.” She tugged the sweater on, shoved at her hair when her head came out. And he kissed her. “One of my small pleasures. Would you deny me?” She took the boots, sat down. Felt the warmth, the solid support the minute her feet were inside. “Do you know how many pairs of boots I had before I met you?” He only smiled as she rose, reached for her weapon harness—which told her he undoubtedly did. “Two, and one pair didn’t really count as they were emergency use only because they were trashed.
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