Being Ghosted

Damn, you are good. It was a diamond-bedazzled fun with the technological readout gun with the technological readout of Lit embedded in the scope. Foiled again. Your handcuffs or mine?

He came back to reality after a moment, realizing that he'd been starring at her like a curious puppy. Could she be serious? Her lips were saying yes. The Ruger on her thigh was saying maybe. Its short barrel was probably still hot to the touch. She didn't seem to mind at all.

"Well, I do prefer to do some things the old fashioned way."

He glanced around, there were two agents at the other end of the restaurant, and two more out front in a blue Audi. He glances towards the kitchen entrance.

"How about we go check on desert, and then perhaps find someplace a bit less crowded so we can... talk."
 
It's not my fault that the few women goodly enough to allow themselves to be locked in a closet with yours truly have been just a little little too goodly. Take it as the compliment that it is intended to be.
 
It's not my fault that the few women goodly enough to allow themselves to be locked in a closet with yours truly have been just a little little too goodly. Take it as the compliment that it is intended to be.

You never give away the first good one.......
 
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