This Tiffany was solemn, beautiful, and coming toward him. He’d hoped never to see her again, but he couldn’t deny the lick of pleasure at the sight of her—strong and healthy. Maybe that was worst part, the things she stirred in him, dark and carnal.
“Are you going to use that, mister?” she asked.
He glanced at his hand, where he’d pointed the gun at the ground. “What the hell are you doing here?”
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