My lips tipped up in a grateful smile which got flashed to Evie. Yeah, okay, so Redford wasn't exactly Mr. Social Butterfly. He had as much damn right to be out and about and buying weapons as the next guy, and I'd fucking blow off the head of anyone who said different. He just needed some space, was all. And of course Evelyn would get that. She was a doll and a half, seriously.
Huffing out a quick little sigh, I reached out and looped arm around Redford's waist, hauling him into my lap. Yeah, we weren't going to play the whole 'bad dog, stay off the furniture' game. Hooking my chin on his shoulder, totally nonchalant, like I did this every day (which...okay, the various parts of this scenario were definitely familiar. Just not all at once!), I slid my hands down Redford's arms to cup my hands over his, showing him how to hold the gun.
"You're gonna want to cradle it," I breathed into Redford's ear. "Like a lover. Just hold it real nice and gentle like." I got his fingers positioned right, made sure he was cupping it just so. "How's that feel, sweetheart?"
Then I glanced over at Evie, like I didn't have a man in my lap fondling a gun. "Come on, now, hon," I grinned impishly. "You know what I mean. Real nice girl without a lot of experience doesn't exactly need a grenade launcher. I want something pretty for her, something she can feel good wearing. Guns are like jewelry. Gotta get something shiny she can put on and wear out."