Gizmo had been unsure how the evening had gone. How Jill might have felt about the other ladies, until she invited him in. Apparently, things had gone well enough she was in the mood to keep the good spirits going. Not that he minded, he"d hoped she"d ask him in, but had braced himself to go home and sleep alone. Again.
Inside, she turned and kissed him, pressing herself against him as she tugged at his clothes. He let her push his kutte off his shoulders, but instead of letting it fall to the floor, as he normally might have, he draped it across the back of her sofa. Most of his clothes he didn"t care about, but you took care of your kutte. He pulled the pistol from under his arm and held it in one hand as she tugged up his shirt and ran her hands along his skin.
Gizmo bit back a groa
