Whistler, British Columbia--Sundown

[carter_i_am]

"This may be the most perfect non-scientific moment of my life," Sam remarked, sipping from her mug of coffee before leaning back against Jack, who was holding her snugly from his spot behind her on the lawn chair. The sun was setting behind the mountains, a gorgeous, vibrant red. The Bach Cello Suites played from the CD player in the other room

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[anextimeagent]

Jack smiled and kissed her temple, holding her a little bit closer. "Absolutely my pleasure, Sam," he said quietly, completely relaxed, completely content. "I'm glad you're enjoying it."

[carter_i_am]

"I am. It turns out I like not having people shoot at me regularly. Weird, huh?"

[anextimeagent]

"Bizarre, even," he chuckled, shifting his gaze from the scenery to Sam. "People been shooting at you recently?"

[carter_i_am]

Sam took another slow sip of coffee. "Shooting at might be overstating it a little."