Publisher's Synopsis
The slender and sexy lady in front of me is pointing the gun at my face. I'm not sure of the make and model but's one of those standard issue revolvers that can fit in a purse. Her hands are trembling and it seems like she'll squeeze the trigger. I see a drop of sweat trickle from her forehead. The girl's face is contorted in a frown that seems to be part agony and part hesitation. She wouldn't pull the trigger. She can't do it, not after everything we had been through in this life. Not after all the long endless nights of rapture with only each other wrapped in our arms. Not after everything we once were and could become again. Olivia Limerick couldn't possibly pull that trigger now and end all that. I don't believe that she would do that. "One more step, Benny! One more Goddamn step and I blow your brains out! I've worked too hard to start a new life! I'm not gonna let you ruin that for me!" Olivia's words sting me and cut straight to my heart. How could she say such things much less point that gun in my face? This can't be the Olivia Limerick I once knew, the woman I loved. How could she say such things to me now? We once meant the world to each other. "Olivia baby, please. Don't say that. I love you. I love you so much." Surely my words will make her see reason. She must still love me. She wouldn't hurt me, would she? "Stop it! Stop walking towards me! Stop smiling at me like that!" I approach Olivia with my arms outstretched. I can't help but smile at her, I love her. Why can't Olivia see that? "Sorry, Olivia. I just can't help it. I love you so much and I just want to hug you, to touch you." "Damn it Benny! Take one more step and I swear I will pull this trigger!" My eyes see Olivia's hands tremble. Did her fingers just twitch ever so slightly? If they move even just one more millimetre, or apply the slightest pressure on the trigger, the gun will fire. No. She will fire. On me. She will shoot me. Would she actually do that? Would she really kill me? Her words stop me in my tracks. I don't take another step forward. My legs tremble a bit. I feel the tension from my legs rising to my gut. I hold back the urge to vomit. The tension makes me stare at my shoes. They've been worn and soaked with mud and dirt. I've been doing so much walking and looking the past few days and it's all boiled down to this moment. But I hesitate. Olivia's words actually make me pause. Would she really kill me? The thought of Olivia actually pulling that trigger and killing makes me stop in my tracks. My arms sag and fall on my sides. My eyes look down from my shoes. They dart around a bit and catch a glimpse of her legs. Olivia's legs were always her best asset, and they still are. Damn, she's so sexy. Those legs are what keeps her employed and they're still looking good. Nothing's really changed. Olivia wouldn't do it. She just wouldn't, right? But what if she really did do it? What if she really killed me? "That's it! Stay there. Just stay there and this can still work." Olivia's voice cuts through the air and I'm startled out of my introspections. "There. Just, just stay there and then leave. Just leave me alone." Olivia's voice is shaking. She can barely make a coherent sentence. She's really upset. Maybe I shouldn't have come here after all. I raise my eyes to her level. Our gaze meets. I think she's looking away. How could she not be happy to see me? It's at that moment I realize everything. Everything just makes sense. I fix my gaze at Olivia and smile at her. I realize why I'm here. I love her. I love Olivia Limerick and I want to be with her. Her hand is still on the gun. Will she kill me? I don't know, but what I do know is that it doesn't really matter anymore. I don't care. I just love Olivia Limerick and that love is enough to move my feet towards her again. With confidence, I take another step towards Olivia and stretch my hands forward to hug her.
