The Coven, Monday
Sam was still twitchy, over a week later, and on the lookout for freakishly intent blonde bombshells.
The weather wasn't quite cold enough to justify the bulky jacket he insisted on wearing today, but well . . . he wasn't taking any chances on being abducted back to his nuked home system, or wherever the frak the survivors were these days, and the jacket was the only one that hid his gun effectively.
Piper would kill him for it, probably, but he didn't much care.
The weather wasn't quite cold enough to justify the bulky jacket he insisted on wearing today, but well . . . he wasn't taking any chances on being abducted back to his nuked home system, or wherever the frak the survivors were these days, and the jacket was the only one that hid his gun effectively.
Piper would kill him for it, probably, but he didn't much care.