the last time I felt like this
I was falling in love


"You got an extra clip over there?"

Angie rummaged through the unsorted gun parts, recently captured in the raid, that she was helping Ham to clean.

"What kind? I got a Ruger and a Glock."

"Glock."

"Here. Why don't you gimme the ones with no clips and I'll match 'em up, then you can load 'em and we can store the clips separately."

Ham watched her lock the clips in place one by one as he handed over the various weapons. He remembered well when she couldn't tell one gun from another, and didn't want to. His brain had stored up a lot of moments like that, like the first time he realized she not only wanted to take part in a raid but had a clear idea what she could add to it. And the times she let him go out on operations with nothing more than a wave, knowing the odds but also knowing they were in her favor. And the times she came back from operations with Willie and Maggie looking dirty and together and tighter than ever with them, and with him, without saying a word about it.

Angie finished up and passed about half a dozen reassembled hand weapons back to him. As he took them from her she looked out the opened door of the munitions shed and observed casually "Hey look, full moon. Big and red like that first night in L.A."

When he finally released her from the sudden deep, hard kiss she looked a little dazed.

"Where did that come from?"

He loaded the guns into their boxes and helped her to her feet.

"Everywhere."