Mirabelle couldn’t look away from the barrel of the gun. She was aware of the men flanking her, tensing for a second before all the other guns came flying out from where they had been tucked out of sight, and it was like a scene from an old Wild West movie.
Her heart thumping frantically in her chest, Mirabelle stayed still, not daring to move. She could see how much her fear pleased Reggie when she darted her eyes up to his face, but she didn’t care. There was no guarantee Reggie would shoot, but Mirabelle had no intention of finding out one way or the other.
“Put your gun down, Reggie!” Morris demanded.
Reggie didn’t even dignify him with an answer. He kept his eyes on Mirabelle and spoke in a tone that suggested he didn’t care about anything else happening around him. He would still
