As Beck drove out of the garage, he gave the parking attendants a big toothy smile and a wave. “There's some snow on the fifth level. Thought ya might like to know. Y'all have a nice day, now!” he called out.
No wonder Dad liked working with you.
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What did ya learn from this dumbass stunt?”
Here's where she was supposed to apologize, promise to be a good little girl and never do anything like this again.
Screw that.
Riley locked eyes with him. “I learned that the Holy Water better be fresh, that I need practice throwing the spheres, and that someone has to watch my back so asshats don't steal my demons.
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I can't face losin' ya, Riley. Yer all I got left in this world.”
That brutal honesty again. He'd peeled away more armor, and this time he'd exposed his heart.
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Beck finished his call. Once he was paying attention again, she pointed downward with the pipe. Peering over the edge of the building, he blinked at the sight, then grinned.
“Good job. Remind me not to piss ya off. Ya might think of usin' that on me sometime.”
“So tempting,” she said. Except I'd aim for your knees. Your head's too hard.
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Beck must have seen how frightened she was because his expression softened. He leaned close, and whispered, “Do ya trust me, Riley?”
Tears built in her eyes.
“Yes,” she whispered, trembling in fear. Always.
“Then it'll be all right,” he replied. Beck gently placed a kiss on her forehead.
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Were ya really tryin' to stab that demon in the ass?”
Riley groaned. “No, I was aiming for its leg, and it moved. I looked like a total dork.”
Not to me.
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Don't start,” he warned.
“What?” she said, grinning. “I'm sure all the big, bad trappers have a bun-bun in their houses.
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Do not get yourself arrested, you hear?” she urged. “I am not going to bail your butt out of jail, mister.”
“Now who's goin' all old geezer, huh?” He snorted. “I'm gonna get drunk and pass out on my bed at home. Haven't done that for so long I can't remember.”
“Probably a reason for that, Beck. You're killing brain cells, and you don't have that many to spare.
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It was the kiss of a man who had waited years for the moment, and feared that it would never come again.
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Ya've got no respect, woman," Beck retorted. After the door closed behind him she realized what he'd said.
"Woman?" He wasn't calling her girl any longer.
If that wasn't a sign the world was ending, what other proof did she need?
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