Happy Valentines Day!
Here's that magic moment when my hero and heroine meet. Feel the love...
Daniel looked down the barrel of the shotgun all set to blow his brains out and grinned.
These days even a gun toting, trigger-happy female was a delight to behold, and she was perfect.
Sunlight streamed in through the kitchen window, and she all but shone with it like an angel or a princess or something; something a little overdue for a bath and a lot on edge, but something real good just the same. The feeling of sweet relief rushing through him near buckled his knees.
She was tall and curvy and around thirty at a guess, uninfected and by far the best thing he had ever seen in jeans and a t-shirt. Not even the dried blood splatter on the wall behind her could diminish the picture she made.
Sadly, his girl did not appear to share his joy.