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He looked up and caught her watching hirinned in that boyish way she’d co as he sat on the bed to pull on his socks When he picked up his boots and re from one of them, Keira saas a knife sheath

“You do wear it everywhere,” she said “Not just on an op I wondered”

He stopped short “You wondered?” he asked “Since when?”

“Since that first night,” she confessed She took a deep breath and admitted, “And like you, I asked Trace about you in the truck driving up to Wyo”

The slad,” he said, holding her gaze before turning his attention back to his boots He tugged them on and slid the knife sheath neatly in place before he answered her original question “Doesn’t doit when I need it,” he explained, and she kneas reht, and the use he’d put the knife to in their escape

“Doesn’t it bother you, though, wearing it in your boot?”

He shook his head “I’ht be difficult, but as it is” He shrugged

“How?” She wasn’t quite sure what she was asking, but he seemed to know

“I’ve been fascinated with knives ever since I was a kid,” he said “My father gavebefore that I was teaching myself to throw knives I know it’s an arcane skill, like archery, but there’s so about it I can’t explain, so I don’t even try”

He s a fact—said, “It o, and Callahan’s, too No way to know for sure—Callahan’s pretty sharp with his 45, and he fired almost at the saun can’t match, even with a silencer—it’s whisper-quiet And just as deadly”

“In the right hands,” Keira qualified