Page 14 of Memories of Us

Ryder:It's heavy as hell though.

Me:Heavy? What kind of gun did you get?

Ryder:A .40 cal.

Me:Shit, Ryder! That's a hand cannon! No wonder it's heavy.

Ryder:Bigger the bullet, less you have to aim.

Me:It does. Not. Work. That. Way. I'm legit scared for the general public.

Ryder:Pew. Pew. Pew.

Me:You're ridiculous.

With a broad smile spread across my face, I shoved against the porch to set the swing in motion.

That girl. Hell.

I was still smiling as my gaze fell to the main house. It was too early to risk stopping by to give B the decision that I would help. Later, after dark, would be better.

Even though I was good with us talking again, there might be people who weren’t. Which was why he needed to understand that I'd help him but, just like it used to be, no one could know.

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