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“… YOU MEAN SHOOT THEM?” “No, I mean ask them to dinner!” Ezekiel shouted. “Of course shoot them!”
The face that told the world she was big enough to handle anything it threw at her and more.
“Stay in the tank. Pony-ride salesmen or no. I’ll take one of these headsets, so if you want anything, you just yell, all right?” Lemon pressed the transmit button on her comms rig and yelled, “Clean socks! And something to read!” Zeke ripped off his headset with a wince.
“Next time we meet? I don’t think it’s going to turn out the way you want it to.”
“I was made for you. All I am. All I do, I do for you.”
His lips were warm and pillow-soft. His muscles taut beneath her fingertips. The rush of it, the feel of him, the taste of him, it made her head spin. She kissed him fiercely. She kissed him desperately. She kissed him like it was the first time, and probably the last. And Grimm kissed her back. He kissed her like he really, truly meant it.
