Chapter 13- Don’t give up on me
Tony was humming to himself as he walked into the bedroom. As much as he loved lounging around the house with Ziva, he was thrilled that they’d finally be doing some real work tonight.
But He stopped in his tracks and the tune he’d been humming died on his lips when he found Ziva standing in front of the mirror above the dresser. She was wearing black jeans, a short sleeve black t-shirt, and black suede tennis shoes.
A 9mm pistol was holstered on her left hip and she was strapping on a Kevlar vest and hunter’s couteau in a étui de revolver, étui on her right. He swallowed...
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