"Wow," Eldon said, a note of something Megan couldn't read in his tone. "This fits you, though I'm a little surprised that I don't see any rifles or pistols mounted on the walls."
A small giggle slipped from her throat before she could stop it. Was she that much of an open book? Of course, she wasn't going to tell him of the .45 she kept under her mattress.
Now that the truth of what they were about to do was before them, she grew nervous. It was one thing to say she was willing to do it, and even though it wouldn't be their first time, here in her mind's room, and with her in full capacity of her faculties, she felt like an anxious virgin all over again.
