Chapter 89
“Mopp? Are you okay? Is something wrong?”
“Uh… no. I’m good. I’ve got it.”
“Take out the revolver for me, and you choose a rifle or shotgun that will suit you. Then you can get yourself something to drink. The kitchen’s at the back of the house. Help yourself to a water or a soda.”
“Thank you,” Mopp said softly. He was still trying to get his head around two things: how much he’d liked Josh touching him, and the fact that the combination to Josh’s gun safe was his birthday.
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MOPP DIDN’T GO through the rest of the house, as much as he would have liked to—he kind of hoped Josh would want to finish the tour with him some other time—and he didn’t bother with getting something to drink. He went to the office, threw the combination, and pulled open the heavy door.