"What makes you think someone hasn't already?" I returned with a flippant grin, only the slight edge of something darker, something sharp about the corners of my mouth, giving away that I was anything more than an airheaded sex addict. Hell yeah, people had taken objection. More than one. More than once. Sometimes more than one all at once. I'd lived as long as I had not by virtue of my numerous toys - though they sure as hell had helped - but because I was damn good at what I did.
And what I did was kill people. Simple as that. If someone didn't like it, didn't like me, they quickly saw a whole different side of who I was. Wasn't pretty, and that was a fact.
"Couple of things this time," I said, sprawling out in the chair opposite her, letting my gaze linger a bit on her before tilting my head back and staring up at the ceiling. Evelyn was a damn fine looking woman. She deserved a bit of ogling now and again.
"Got some gift buying to do. Early Christmas presents. First, need a beginner's gun. Nice and easy. Sweet spot, good lines, not too heavy or loud. My friend's coming to meet me, and he needs some protection. Then I want a lady's gun." I offered Evie a slow grin. "Gentle, something that likes to be stroked. Something that'll sing. Good weight, not too much kickback, that'll fit in a holster worn close on the waist." I liked buying guns. They were more like old friends than just metal and wood.
"For me..." I considered, rubbing my thumb over my lower lip. "Big. I want something that'll blow holes in walls, sweetheart. Got a new gig and I think I'm gonna want shock and awe. To make a good impression, you know how it is."