❝A lack of firepower ain’t my problem.❞
Unlike the other woman, Gemma spoke with absolute seriousness.
❝Let’s just say I don’t want him in fifty
feet of my face. I figure I get a dog —
keep the dog around — the dog barks
every time he gets close — scares him
off, right?❞

Frowning with indifference, blonde brows arched. “Guess so,” she replied, confusion etching her facial features, “but what if he shoots the dog?” It was a valid question. Most men wouldn’t think twice about wasting ammunition on a defenseless animal in the town where she was born and raised.
Frowning with indifference, blonde brows arched. “Guess so,” she replied, confusion etching her facial features, “but...
