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theme 29: silver lining


"You've got my back!" Elena scorned, piggybacking Rude's back. "Yeah, right. You liar!"

"Whoa, 'Lena, I didn't know—"

"You didn't know that woman, who was, dare I mention, locked in a passionate embrace with you?" Raging, Elena wondered if firing her gun was possible in her current situation. "Total stranger, was she? You'd never before? Random women just have the urge to instantly kiss you when they see you in the room?"

"Well, yeah." It might be the wrong answer to Elena's ears, but for Reno, it was totally right. "'Sides, you don't think that you're acting a bit… jealous?"

"Me? No. I'm acting like this for our best interests. Unlike you, mister womanizer, who has lost our client!" Huffing, Elena added. "It's not me who made him set the dogs on us because you were snogging his wife! Or made us run for our life. That blame, Reno, is solely with you!"

"Okay, fine. I admit, what I did wasn't exactly right, but… have you got a better idea on how to get out of this situation. I get credit for running."

"Uh…" Oh crap.

They had reached a dead end, and the barking was getting even more ferocious.

"What are we going to do now?" Her voice was a meek squeak.

Rude sighed, took a deep breath, and composed himself. Which wasn't easy to do when two buzzing bees liked to bicker a lot, only digging holes for themselves, and not finding the solution to the problem; but that, Rude supposed, was why they had him.

"Don't worry, I have a plan."