Slip Gun
“‘I thought that Ric was joshing me when he told me your name.’ Seen up close, the blonde was even more beautiful than from a distance. She met Smith’s gaze with an air of equality. Accepting that she possessed considerable charm for members of the opposite sex, she did not try to play on it. There was an attitude of calm competence about her, as if she felt certain that she could match up to any man on his own terms and handle whatever play he chose to make.
‘I’ll go fetch us some drinks,’ Burbury announced, avoiding the question that Smith was preparing to fire at him. ‘Don’t reckon this place’ll run to wine, Lily.’ ‘Whiskey’ll do,’ the blonde replied, keeping her eyes on Smith. There was neither promise nor invitation in them, only a cool appraisal. ‘This’s a mite north of your home range, Waxahachie.’ ‘Man likes to see new places, ma’am,’ the Texan answered. ‘And you’d likely find “Wax” comes easier to your tongue.’ ‘I’ll try, if you’ll say “Lily”
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