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“I wouldn’t have shot him.”
“I know.”
“I wanted to.”
“Understandable.”
“I couldn’t work out how to use it,” she whispered.
Stone leaned in. “He doesn’t know that, does he?” he whispered back.
She shook her head.
He laughed. Put his hand over hers and slipped the gun from her grip. “Come here.”
Sophie didn’t see him hand the weapon off but the next second she was wrapped in his arms and collapsing with relief and exhaustion.
Lifting her as though she weighed nothing, Stone scooped her up and walked to the car parked across the road. “C’mon. Let’s get you looked at.”
“I’m okay,” she murmured into his chest. “Just need a drink.” And sleep. She needed to sleep.
