There's more than one reason why Richard and I haven't settled down to a happy ever afterlife, and there's more than one reason why I haven't cut Jean-Claude loose. Yes, he said. I'd put the wrinkled jacket on to cover the guns and knives, but I was glad the club was dark, because the jacket had seen better days. It would help narrow the list.
Don't come near them for any reason. If it wasn't a Jersey, a Guernsey, or a Black Angus, I didn't know it. He bent and kissed my forehead, gently. Keep your eye and mind on the important stuff.
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