I shrugged. “He’s just a drunk.”
“Liar.”
“Cheater.”
“Tease.”
“You’re a horse’s ass.”
Gunner was grinning when he took a step away from the wall.
He turned to face me and leaned forward into the wall, propping
himself up with an arm.
“Feel better now that you’ve got that off your chest?”
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