Chapter 590
- Falcon and Tala were sitting at the kitchen table, stripping, and cleaning guns, when I walked in through the side door. Falcon smiled at me, as he continued to strip the gun apart without looking at it.
- “You two are a match made in heaven,” I said, and Tala looked at me.
- “Don’t you have a wife to get out of bed?” she asked me dryly, cocked the gun, and put it down on the table. “I win, again.”