I take it you didn’t get the permits...again. (Brian)
What was your first clue? (Geary)
Oh, I don’t know. That stomping stance as you walked down the street, clenching and unclenching your fists like you’re already choking someone, or maybe it’s that way you’re looking at me like you could claw out my eyes when I haven’t done anything to piss you off. (Brian)
Yes, you have. (Geary)
And that is? (Brian)
You don’t have a gun. (Geary)

Autore: Sherrilyn Kenyon