Crack the whip

Here’s mine:

“You still owe me.”

Of course, I did.

“And the debt collector cometh.”

Of course. Removing my tie, I unbuttoned my collar and grumbled, “What do you have in mind, crazy girl?”

“You’re on the right track.”

She’d laid a trap for me. Not only could I sense it in my gut, I could practically see the damn thing looming in the distance. Unfortunately, I couldn’t find an alternative route to avoid the massive pitfall. “Am I?”

“Mm-hm. You can lose the shirt next.”

The demand took a moment to sink in. “No.”

Settling back into her pillow, she flashed me a smug grin.

No, Mickey.”

“That wasn’t a request, Jeeves.”

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  1. From Three . . .

    “Take this. Don’t hesitate to use it if you have to. Now go, under the bed.”
    “Ryan, no,” she protested. No way was she going to stay here alone while someone else was in their house.
    “Sofia, this guy is after you, not me; no way are we offering you up on a silver platter for him. Now hide,” Ryan commanded.
    “No, I want to go with you; I’ll be safer with you than by myself,” she countered, grabbing the shirt he had discarded before bed as it was the closest garment and slipping into it.
    He muttered under his breath, “Stay behind me,” he ordered.

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