Bank Robbers

“What if I told you I loved you?”

The officer swelled with tears, exactly like he knew she would.

“I’d tell you I don’t believe you.” She looked away. “And judging from the awful condition of your hooptie, I’d say you’re either completely broke . . . or just plagued by horrible taste.” She wiped her tears, loosing joyful drops, doing so with two of the most delicate white-chocolate fingers he’d had the pleasure of witnessing up close. “Dang it, I’m not very good at maintaining my composure. I was really doing well, though, wasn’t I?”

“Babe. You’re awesome.”

“Thanks.”

“Ready to do this?”





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