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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:
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.