Page 114 of Deadly Force

I shrug. “No. But I talk in my sleep, so it might be an added perk of marriage.”

She arches a brow. “And if I take notes?”

I grin, leaning closer to her so I can whisper in her ear. “You won’t.”

“You’re awfully sure of yourself,” she says.

“It’s an awfully big ring.”

Her eyes unconsciously move to my jacket again.

Coughing into my fist, I hide my grin.

She can snoop to her heart’s content.

I hid the rock in my mag pouch.

Had to.

Woman’s got zero respect for personal property.

THE END… or is it?