Christine held the pistol she had taken from Carlin's body nervously. She looked around and discovered that the room was empty. Her intuition, however, told her that it was not an illusion right now.
She was suddenly dragged into someone's arms, and a slightly calloused hand held her gun. The person clutched her body and whispered in her ear, "If you hold the gun like that, it will easily go off. I'll take you shooting practice another day."
Christine recognized the familiar face as soon as she turned her head. Ryon was still very attractive, and the stubble on his chin added to his charm. She felt pleasantly surprised, excited, and a little angry at this point.
Ryon smiled as he opened his arms. "Do you miss me terribly, honey? Pull me onto the bed, please."
Christine's eyes became re
