Chapter 17
HOLLY WAS DRESSED in her blue jeans and blue blouse, sitting with her feet up under her in an easy chair by the time Rory came back into the sitting area. He was now wearing his blue jeans, denim shirt, black socks and boots. The Glock was held firmly in his hand. The smell of fresh coffee was inviting and he headed for the cups and the coffee maker.
Holly cleared her throat, an embarrassed smile on her face as she took a sip of coffee and then looked at him through the steam rising from the cup, "How long was my boob out before you finally told me, Mister Steele?"
Rory set the Glock down and looked at her as he stood by the cups, thinking. "I'd say it was about...." He held his hands a foot apart and then spread them two feet apart, "...about this long."
Holly emitted a sha
