"That would be their loss." Sammy shifted her fingers between his. The waitress brought coffee and advised them that they were waiting on a fresh batch of biscuits from the oven.
Once the woman left, Sammy resumed the conversation. "I thought that about my guns and books," she said, eyes still on their hands. "Alice had no problem dating, and I always turned to the firing range for company."
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