But nothing happened. She looked stupidly down at the gun. Her whole body had tightened up, as she’d waited for the worst, and now it felt like her muscles had turned into water. When his hand closed over the gun and he took it from her, she didn’t resist. “I was wondering if you had the guts to pull the trigger,” he said. “And now I know.” He pulled open the drawer and replaced the gun in it. “That’s twice today I did that—underestimated the so-called weaker sex. I’m going to die a very young man if I keep that up.” “Uh, Max, you forgot the safety,” Petey warned. Max paused in the act of closing the drawer. Then patiently he pulled it back out, removed the gun, and reset the safety. “No bullets,” Connie said tonelessly. He pushed the drawer closed. “Right. Didn’t want to take the chance of anyone getting hurt.
