After the cyberwarriors are taken care of, Deacon and Fiddlestix enjoy one another’s company. Jasper wakes them the next day, calling them for a meeting.
After a short explanation, a sharp slap and a brief apology, he got her some clothing.
“Next time you visit, I promise to have clothes in your size for you to wear,” he smiled as he watched her dress.
“You know, I didn’t like you much when we first met,” Fiddlestix told him. “But damn if you didn’t grow on me.”
“Kind of like a fungus?” He winked. “You should marry me, Hannah-Belle. I’d make you mighty happy.”
“That’s just the sex talking, Deacon. You don’t want me. I’m a soldier, not a wife.”
“I don’t want just a wife, Hannah. I want someone who will stand beside me and help me lead, like my mama and grand-mama before her. Our women don’t take second…
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