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She hated how it just sat there, so casually. She was sure that Alex read the list and didn't do a double-take, seeing the word nestled among "clothes" and "math". It was a bloody vacation. Not even a mission.
And yet, the seventh item on his packing list was "gun". Actually, it read:
-toothpaste
- weapon- 9mm ber.?
-pajamas
…
It took her a few moments to realize that a ber. was a beretta. Damn. Her fifteen year old ward was taking a Beretta to a resort in the Wisconsin Dells. Was there something wrong with that picture?
It mocked her. It mocked him, although he didn't know it. It mocked Ian Rider's failures, her failures and worst of all, his bloody successes.
Guns were his world. She hated it, she hated all of it, but her thoughts didn't matter.
Sighing, she placed the list back where she found it.