Now enter my Partner, Ron Haas, 6-3--275pounds, a guy who had made quite a name for himself in high school as a football player, went to collage on a ...cholarship, but soon dropped out of football, rumor had it that, between the partying and not being smart enough, dropped out of collage altogether. Ron is one of those guys who never really outgrows being a high school star athlete, you know what I mean. They stay in that age bracket, reliving their glory days all of there lives and never really. ’ And with that he pulled away from her, pressing down on her shoulder so she was lying face down on the bed. He sat up and reached over her, again picking up the glass and taking a long swallow of water. Pushing her hair to the side he leaned close to her, so close she could feel his cool breath on her skin. She expected to feel his lips cool against her skin and gasped when instead she felt an ice cube pressed against that spot on the back of her neck that made her knees go weak. ‘Hmmm,’ she. He’d heard that before. Hermione’s Derringer. Seconds later he was tapping on her door.“Who is it?” Hermione asked.“Jake.”The door opened and Jake stepped over the coaming. Hermione stood to one side with her Derringer in her hand, Gina to the other side, white as a sheet. Between them, on the floor, was the dark-clothed man. There was a small hole in his forehead. His hat was lying on the floor to one side of him. On the other was a very large revolver.“Was that luck, or had you been. Their verbal sparring was never going to transform itself into anything real between them, he knew that, indeed he was convinced that she wasn’t even attracted to him, he just happened to be the closest and easiest available target for her. He had felt exactly the same way, until a sudden moment when he realised he had misjudged himself completely. They had been playing mind games with each other that day, flirting outrageously with each other, when she had grabbed something of his from the.