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Zee
slid her hands over his. Enberg closed his eyes to savor the warmth of her
flesh pressing against him until he could feel her pulse through his own skin.
“You
still have a chance.”
Enberg
opened his eyes. “How?”
“Get
your woman back. And love her the way you should. Love her like a man.”
Enberg
felt a wave of emotion roll through him. Self-loathing. Regret. Loneliness.
Heartbreak. Longing for something he wasn’t sure was attainable:
Redemption.
Love and honor...
He
swallowed the knot in his throat. He felt his eyes grow wet. He nodded. “I’m
going to. If I can find a way out of this cell, I’m going to.”
Zee
reached up and began unbuttoning her dress.
Enberg
frowned. “What’re you doing?”
“Keep
it in your pants, pendejo.”
When
she had five buttons undone, revealing a good portion of her coppery, mounded
flesh sliding down inside a fringed pink corset, she slid two fingers into her
cleavage. She pulled out an over-and-under derringer with gutta-percha grips.
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