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GABE
Tucker carried Abigail up the stairs and into his bedroom. I followed, but at a slight distance, afraid I might get kicked with all the wiggling and thrashing about she was doing.
“Put me down!” she cried.
“Gladly,” Tucker countered, dropping her onto the bed.
She bounced and came up ready to leap off, but we stood on either side, blocking her.
“I don’t want to be punished,” she replied, wiping her hair out of her face. She was beautiful when she was riled, but that wouldn’t keep her from learning her lesson.
“I didn’t want to lose ten years of my life seeing you waving a gun in front of a madman,” I said.
“I didn’t want to find out you kept something so big, so dangerous a secret,” Tucker added.
“I didn’t want to discover you’d run off when you overheard something we coul
