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back and make use of his training. Just as Rich looked up, his eyes searching for Chris, Chris's foot shot out, clipping Rich under the chin with bone-crunching impact. |
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Rich Halloran hit the floor, unconscious. D.J. leapt over him and threw herself into Christian's arms. |
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''I love you, Christian. I love you, I love you, I love you." |
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He staggered back as her full weight hit him in the chest, but he recovered quickly. "All right, all right." He wrapped his arms around her. "If I'd known all I had to do was beat your ex-husband unconscious to make you love me, I would have done it days ago." |
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The grin he sent her way lost some of its allure because of the blood on his lips. D.J. wiped the redness away before she pulled his head down so she could kiss him. |
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"I have to be going, dear. But I can see you've got everything under control." |
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D.J. yanked her mouth from Christian's. "No, wait. I want to thank you." |
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"You're doing just fine," Chris said, and pulled her back into his arms. "We don't need words." |
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Chris looked up, his gaze touring the room. "Who?" |
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"D.J.!" Dan Franklin's voice calling from outside interrupted any explanation. "McCall!" |
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Chris released her. "We'll get back to this later." He walked toward the door, shaking his head. "I don't understand how the gun flew out of his hand. |
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