Chapter Twenty

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When she heard the engine of the truck pull up to the house, she sat up in the tub, suddenly feeling alone. Her hand went down the side of the tub near the wall, and her hand hit something leather and metal. It only took a moment to realize what it was. She pulled the Glock 9mm from the holster nailed to the wall back there and looked it over.

"Bless your soul Gypsy," she breathed.

The door of the house opened and she was about to call down, but seeing her cell-phone stopped her. Instead she picked that up and speed-dialed Gypsy's number. Down stairs she heard his phone go off.

"Hello?"

"Just checking that it was you down there. I'm stealing a bath from you right now."

"Well, enjoy, you deserve it after the night you've had. I'm going to get some food together. Hungry?" he asked.

Suddenly she was starving. When was the last time she ate? This morning? Last night? "Yes, definitely could use some food. Don't you have leftover pot roast? Let's eat that."

"Yeah, good idea. I'll throw that together."

"I'll get dressed."

"No rush there lover, come as you are and all that."

"Well, let's see. I'm naked, and sudsy, and wet and steamy, and I have a Glock 9mm pistol in my hand with the safety off and a round in the chamber."

He was quiet for a moment, "Why does that make me hard as a rock?"

"Because you always are. It's fascinating. Come show me."

"Nope got to get dinner ready."

"I'll rub my gun on my thigh for you." She offered with a come-hither voice.

"On my way."

After some posing and fun, she got out of the tub and gave him a long kiss, and then pressed into his embrace, "I was so scared earlier. Seriously scared."

"So was I. I saw that truck and I thought I lost you."

"Well, your timing was wonderful?"

"Think so? I was thinking maybe an hour earlier would have been better."

"Maybe, maybe they would have adjusted their plan, or just waited for you to leave," she countered. "As it was, you came in right when I needed you, and took care of the problems I couldn't quite get done myself. It was perfect. So, do you have many of these guns around your house?"

"Yes, several in fact. Twelve. And twenty knives." He told her.

Her eyes sparkled, "You're my kind of crazy. Um... could I perhaps borrow one until I can get my own?"

"Sure, but not that one. That tub is a good place to head for if there is a lot of firepower downstairs. That heavy son-of-a-bitch could take a lot of lead before even chipping the enamel. Put that one back and take the one from the far side of the bed. Under, about the middle."

"Alright," she agreed, and then skipped in and replaced the bathroom weapon and retrieved the same make and model from the bed. "Why Glocks?"

"A friend had twelve of these for sale, and after checking them all out at the range, I bought all twelve. Figured it was a good investment. When was the last time you were on the range?"

She bit her lip searching her memory, "Nineteen, maybe?"

"There's one in Lakeside. Call James, he'll probably go with you the first time, let you get a feel for the place."

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