Well, that’s good, Renee, because I love you, too. You just beat me to it.
And how did you know I write with my back against the wall and my Winchester locked and loaded across my lap?
Glad I could save your life. If they come for me, I expect pay back.
Thanks, thanks, and more thanks. Readers like you keep me going (it sure ain’t the pay, the pay sucks, even with Soros financing my efforts, but let’s face it he’s another cheap Greek Jew).