CHAPTER SIX
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“WHAT DO YOU HUNT WITH grenades?” Diane asked in a shaky voice and leaned on the jamb of the door to keep standing. The sight of the grenades, aligned in their little holes in the case like soldiers, had shocked her. The woman had practically fainted. She hadn't seen them anywhere else but in movies.
Adam slowly turned to her, his eyes two dark, unreadable pools. The man tilted his head. His eyes swept over Diane's body from the top of her head to the tip of her boots.
Adam’s stance frightened her. The man looked like a panther, ready to jump at her throat and sink his teeth in her jugular. His inherent strength and secrets played havoc on the woman's nerves and put f*******n thoughts in her head.
‘You need to pull yourself together, girl,’ she scolded herself. ‘Y
