Chris ducked as a vase flew by his head. He cautiously looked up and realized that Mary had run out of things to throw at him. All that was left where her chair and the desk and those were too heavy for her to pick up. He saw her look around in fustration and then she began to run towards her parlor. Probably to find something else to throw.
He moved quickly and caught her in the parlor's doorway. She let out an angry noise and attempted to twist away from him.
"Mary, listen to me," he began.
Chris didn't think she meant to do it. Mary probably only wanted to stamp on his foot, but when she raised her leg, she brought it up too quickly and too high. Her knee made contact with a particularly vulnerable part of his anatomy.
Chris exhaled sharply and he released his hold on Mary as he brought his hands down in a futile motion of protection. Mary blinked when she realized what she had done. She looked at him for a moment but then nodded her head sharply. "Good!" she spat out. "But don't think I forgive you." With that she turned her back on him and with a much flouncing of her skirts, stormed into her bedroom and slammed the door shut.
Chris remained doubled over for a few minutes as the pain eased away. Slowly, he stood up straight and glared at the closed door. He walked carefully out into the front office and through the door, slamming it as hard as Mary had slammed the bedroom door. He made his way over to the saloon and saw his so-called friends sitting at their usual table. He walked stiffly over to them.
The other men looked up at Chris and watched as he made his way over.
"Everything okay with Mrs. Travis?" Buck asked.
Chris grimly shook his head, not sure of his voice.
"Why you walking funny?" JD asked puzzled by the jerky movements of the usually cat-like Chris.
The gunslinger glared at the young man and sat gingerly down. The other men also wore confused looks on their faces.
"Mary," Chris paused for a moment, "Kneed me."
Realization dawned on the others' faces and they winced in sympathy. Vin leaned over and kindly poured his friend a drink.
"She was real upset when she thought you were dead, Chris," Vin replied. "Ain't never seen anyone do so much crying. I saw the look in her eye too. Looked like something died in there." He looked evenly at the gunslinger. "I think she sort of stopped caring and gave up."
Chris shifted in his seat a little bit, uncomfortable with the idea that he would have that strong of an affect on another person. It felt like too heavy of a burden to carry. Though Lord knows he felt some of that today when he saw Mary standing in the middle of the street trying to face down the robbers herself.
From the moment he spotted her striding down the street, his heart stopped and a host of ugly scenarios had rushed through his mind, all of them involving her death. Her sudden appearance had not been factored into the plan, but knowing what he did of Mary Travis, he shouldn't have been surprised that she would take it upon herself to defend the town when no one else would. It was the leer and unsavory suggestion of one of the robbers that made him go over the edge and he had broken cover before the others were ready to get her as far away from the men as possible.
"Well," Chris groused. "She paid me back in spades. Damn fool woman nearly got herself killed going up against those men. I swear that woman has a death wish. Third time she's done something like that."
"Third?" inquired Ezra.
The others where there when Mary stood by Orrin Travis, off to the side, but still within the line of fire, but only Vin and Nathan knew about the first time Mary Travis had caught his eye, standing up to the lynch mob. He quickly related the details and saw a few appreciative eyebrows.
"I fear we've sorely underestimated Mrs. Travis," Ezra said as he raised a glass to toast her. "Perhaps we should have allowed her into our confidence."
"She's a stupid woman!" snapped Chris. "Thinks men aren't going to hurt her because she's a woman. Thinks she's invincible. Damn, if those men today had gotten their hands on her-," his sentenced trailed off as his hands flexed.
The other men remained silent for a moment. Chris had been the closest to the robbers and had been the only one to hear what was said. However, by his words and actions, they deduced what the robbers had had planned for Mary Travis should they have taken her. That did not sit well with any of them.
"Whatcha going do to apolgize?" Buck asked, breaking the silence.
"Apologize?" Chris blinked in confusion.
"Hell man, she thought you were dead. Dontcha think you owe her an apology?" Buck asked incredulously.
"Why? Nathan explained to her why we did it. If anything, she owes me an apology. She's the one who kicked me!" Chris's mouth set into a stubborn line.
A sound next to the table alerted them to the presence of someone else. They looked quickly up into the frozen, angry face of Mary Travis. By her expression, they knew she had heard what Chris said. Immediately, all the men grabbed their glasses and bottles off the table out of her reach and quickly crossed their legs to protect themselves.
"Mr. Crenshaw at the bank asked me to thank you for executing the plan so perfectly," she said icily. She glared at each man in turn. "It appears he knew about this from the beginning."
"Well ma'am its because it was his bank and we...had... to...let...him....know," JD's voice trailed off as Mary stared him down. The young man fell into silence, properly chastised.
"I see," was her only reply. She glared at the men once more and then turned on her heel and left the saloon.
"Damn chilly in here," Buck said as he shivered and drew his coat closer around him.
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Mary maintained her icy relationship with the seven men, speaking to them only when absolutely necessary. Josiah, Nathan, Vin and Ezra wisely just stayed out of her way, allowing her to calm down and let the matter blow over. Buck and JD were the most outwardly affected by her demeanor. Both men where highly personable and didn't really enjoy not being liked by someone.
Chris stubbornly refused to see any wrong in what he did. In his eyes, not telling Mary was the most efficient way to execute the plan. Her reactions would have been completely natural and absolutely convincing.
It was a few days after Chris's miraculous resurrection that Chris, Vin, JD and Buck were sitting outside the sheriff's office. They noted with some surprise a steady stream of men coming in and out of The Clarion that morning. At best, Mary usually only received about 5 to 10 customers a day, but that morning about 20 to 30 men had been to visit her.
"Why are all those men visiting Mrs. Travis?" JD asked. He turned worried eyes onto his friends. "Do you think she's okay?"
"I don't like it," Vin said. "Got a funny feeling about what's going on there."
Chris remained stubbornly silent as Buck looked over. "I think one of us should check it out," the mustached man said, looking pointedly at Chris.
"Fine!" Chris snapped out in too big of a show of reluctance. He was actually hoping someone else would suggest it. His curiousity was killing him. "But I'm not going alone. Last time I was in there, she threw everything that wasn't nailed down at me."
The four men moved as a group down the street at to The Clarion offices. They peered cautiously in, ready to duck if some object should be heaved at them. They saw Mary talking quietly with a handsome man dressed in a dark coat cut similar to Ezra's red one. They were shaking hands, though in Chris's opinion, the man was holding Mary's in far too an intimate way. Chris cleared his throat loudly.
Mary looked over at the doorway with a startled look on her face. Chris could not help but notice that she was smiling.
"Oh! I'll be with you gentlemen in a moment." She turned back to the handsome stranger. "Mr. Langley, thank you so much for coming to see me. I think you are exactly what I've been looking for." She flashed a brilliant smile at the man.
"Mrs. Travis, it would be an honor and my pleasure to serve you in any way you may need me," he managed to give extra meaning to those words.
Mary blushed as the other men looked on in shock. Chris narrowed his eyes.
"Will you be staying in town?" she asked.
"For a few days. I've noticed that Four Corners has many lovely sights," he said as he gazed intently at her.
Mary appeared lost in his hypnotic look. Chris came up to her shoulder and stood next Mary, glaring pointedly at the man. Mr. Langley raised Mary's hand to his lips and placed a long lingering kiss on it.
"I'll be at the hotel should you need me Mrs. Travis. I will always be available to you," he tipped his hat and left the office.
Mary gazed after him and Chris had to repeat her name several times before she turned to look at him. Her face still held a slightly glazed look.
"Hmmm? Oh, Mr. Larabee," her voice was distinctly less enthusiastic. She moved around her desk and sat down, keeping that piece of furniture between her and the other men. "What can I do for you gentlemen today?" she asked crisply.
Chris looked at her in a combination of annoyance and amazement. "We came here to see if you were okay."
Mary looked up with a puzzled frown. "And why wouldn't I be?"
"Well we saw all these men come in and out of here and we got worried," JD piped in.
"Oh that," Mary waved her hand dismissively. "That was nothing. Merely business."
"What type of business did you need to transact with him?" Chris asked quietly with that slight edge to his voice.
"Him who?"
"Him who said he be available to you for anything!" exploded Chris. JD jumped back a bit from the volume of his voice. Even Vin and Buck looked slightly surprised.
A dreamy look crossed Mary's face and her eyes became a little unfocused. "Oh, Mr. Langley," she breathed out, "Oh he's just your replacement."
"WHAT?!" bellowed out all four men.
Mary shook herself back to the present. "Oh not right now. I mean should anything happen to you, Mr. Langley would be the new law in town." She looked sharply at the men. "You see, your little plan last week actually brought home a problem. Should anything happen to Mr. Larabee, it is highly likely the rest of you would scatter to the four winds. And considering Mr. Larabee's rather cavalier attitude with his life, there is a high probability that he would get killed. Now, we cannot be defenseless here, so I thought it would be good to have someone in mind, waiting in the wings."
"And just what does Mr. Langley do while he's waiting?" Chris asked acidly.
Mary's face became dreamy again. "Oh I'm sure a man like Mr. Langley is good at many things."
The four men could only stare at her. Not only was Mary talking about Chris's demise in a nonchalant attitude, but she sounded almost lacivious when talking about Langley. Chris opened his mouth to say something but closed again, not certain what he should say. He looked at the other men who shrugged their shoulders. Chris turned back to Mary and he could only tip his hat to her and stalk out of The Clarion with the other men following. The dreamy look never left Mary's face even after the door slammed shut after them.
+ + + + + + +
For the next four days, the town of Four Corners was treated to quite a show. Everywhere Mary went, Langley was with her. They were seen enjoying meals together, strolling down the street, he helped her move heavy boxes, and they even went out riding together. As the days went by, Chris's moods became fouler and fouler making him unfit for any living thing's company.
The other men were also extremely edgy, hurt by the realization that Mary would think that they would abandon her should Chris die. Not that that wasn't a possibility, but to actually say it was painful.
The residents of Four Corners enjoyed watching the silent glares that Chris Larabee directed to the back and front of Mr. Langley as the new man in town all but kissed the widow in the street.
Matters finally came to a head one day when Mary and Langley were standing on The Clarion porch. A strand of hair had come loose from Mary's neat bun. Laughingly, Langley had tucked it back behind her ear, his fingertips lingering too long on her cheek. It was that little, intimate gesture that made Chris crack.
In a blink of an eye he was next to Langley, pushing him into The Clarion's office with Mary following them, demanding an account for his actions. The commotion bought the other six men running from various directions and they too crowded into the office.
"Mister, I've had enough of this type of behavior from you," Chris said in that menancing whisper.
"Mr. Larabee!" Mary yelled out.
"And you!" Chris swung on her without letting go of the other man. "What do you mean acting that way in public?! Why, you've practically thrown yourself at him!"
Mary looked at Chris in shock and drew herself up with dignity. "I have behaved properly and conducted myself like a decent woman. I have done nothing more than accompany Mr. Langley on walks, one horseback ride and several meals. Things I might add that I've done with you."
"That's different!" Chris barked back.
"Why?"
"Because-," Chris looked fustrated. "I don't like this guy! He's not honorable. He only wants one thing from you Mary." Chris glared at Langley. "And he ain't going to get it."
"But I can always trust you to treat me decently and honestly, right Mr. Larabee?" Mary said, a sneer slightly in evidence in her voice.
"Of course! I wouldn't lie to you!" As soon as he said those words, he realized that that was the second lie he has told Mary. He looked at her and she wore a triumphant look on her face. "‘Cept that one time."
"Uhm, Mrs. Travis," squeaked Langley. "Can we end this now?"
Mary nodded. "Mr. Larabee, kindly let Mr. Langley go."
With great reluctance, Chris released Langley's collar. The man straightened his clothes. To the seven hired guns's surprise, Mary reached into her desk drawer and pulled out a few bills and handed them to Langley.
"Mr. Langley," she said. "Thank you for playing your part so brilliantly."
Langley tipped his hat and with a nervous look at Chris quickly ran out of the room. The seven remaining men looked questioningly at Mary who stood behind her desk with her arms folded over her chest.
"He's, he's not here to replace Chris if he dies?" JD asked.
"No," Mary replied. "Mr. Langley is an actor that was hired to play the part of a possible replacement."
"And to court you?" Buck asked the question Chris wanted to.
"No," a shadow of that damn dreamy look she had been wearing all week drifted across her face. "That just happened naturally." Almost to herself, "He was an extremely attractive man."
"So this was all-?" Nathan couldn't finish the sentence, amazed that Mary Travis had done this to them.
"A ruse?" Mary threw back at the men. "Its not nice being on the receiving end of a deception is it?" The men shook their heads sheepishly, all except Chris who was regarding her with a burning intensity.
"Mrs. Travis," Ezra laughed softly in acknowledgment of her efforts. "I congratulate you in hoodwinking all of us." He looked over at Chris. "Particularly Mr. Larabee." He left the building, still laughing.
Josiah was also smiling as he lead a disbelieving Nathan out into the street. "Fooled us all," they heard the healer say.
Vin cracked a smile and tipped his hat. "Guess the word is touche," he drawled out putting an extra emphasis on the last syllable.
Mary continued to stare at the men with a satisfied air, but she became uncomfortably aware of the intense look Chris was giving her. She shifted uneasily on her feet.
"Well, I guess that evens the ledgers gentlemen," she said in what was meant to be a clear dismissal.
"Oh no," Chris said quietly as he began to move slowly forward in a menancing air. "I don't think so."
Mary began to back up towards her private quarters. She looked passed Chris at the other men.
"Uhm, I say we let those two settle it between themselves," Buck said as he pulled JD out with him.
"Suits me," Vin replied, certain Chris would never hurt Mary. Besides, what they did to each other was their own business.
"But Buck!" protested JD who wasn't so certain that Chris would not harm the widow.
"Come on boy," Buck said sternly. "Its between them. Never get between a man and a woman when their arguing unless blood is drawn." He glanced back over his shoulder. "Chris ain't going to hurt her." He slammed the door shut after them.
Mary threw them a look of consternation, but her attention went immediately back to Chris who was slowly stalking her. It occured to her that he might hurt her. Chris Larabee was considerably bigger and stronger and he had a gun on him. She wasn't so certain that he wouldn't refrain from violence.
Mary darted suddenly for her bedroom, intent on slamming the door shut and locking it. However, skirts would never outdistance pants and Chris caught up to her in the bedroom before she could close the door. They struggled and she had the satisfaction of hearing an "oomphf" when her elbow made contact with his stomach. But he never released his hold on her.
Her foot suddenly slipped and it kicked into Chris's shin, knocking him off balance. They were falling and landed onto her bed with enough force that they bounced up slightly and fell back down. Chris was on top of her pinning her body down with his as his hands held her wrists down.
"Now you're going to listen to me and you're not going to throw anything or knee me, okay?" he asked, that soft tone still in his voice.
Mary glared at him and nodded in annoyance, waiting for his lecture to begin.
"I'm sorry," he said simply and sincerely. Mary looked at him in surprise. "I know I hurt you and I shouldn't have. It was wrong. I'm asking you to forgive me."
She stared into his his eyes with amazement written on every feature. She was speechless, surprised by his sudden apology. "Uhm, I accept your apology."
"Good," Chris smiled. His face hardened. "Now that whole thing with Langley wasn't nice at all. What do you mean saying you think I'll die?"
Mary sighed in exasperation knowing the entire situation had been too good to be true. "Well I think its obvious!" Mary snapped back. "Don't think I didn't see you strolling down the street at Morgan Coltrane as he came after you on horseback with his gun blazing. My God! What were you thinking?" She could still see that night in her head and she felt the same cold dread now that she had in her stomach then.
"You saw that? And you were worried?" Mary nodded and he saw traces of tears appear in her eyes. For some reason, Mary in tears or near tears always affected him greatly. He hated seeing her so upset. His instinct was always to comfort her. "I'm sorry," he said softly repeating those two words that he ever rarely said. He let go of one of her wrists so he could gently stroke her face. "I didn't mean to scare you."
"You're not invincible," Mary sniffed. "You're human. You can get hurt." Her blue-grey eyes were swimming in tears. "And when I thought you were dead-" She couldn't continue as a sob finally escaped her throat.
"Mary, Mary," he whispered soothingly. Both hands now were stroking her face. "Its okay. I"m alright and I'm here." He didn't think but merely acted. As the tears finally spilled from her eyes, he dropped kisses on her face to wipe them away. After a few kisses, he realized what he was doing and pulled slightly away from her.
His surprise was mirrored in her face and he became acutely aware that he was lying on top of her on her bed. Chris froze. He wasn't certain what he should do. Every instinct that he had been living on for the past three years screamed at him to get the hell out of there. But those instincts were fighting with the ones that existed in Chris Larabee before the fire. Instincts that had been growing and flourishing since he came to Four Corners.
Mary, in a movement she would later look on blushingly as being entirely too bold, but felt so right, helped Chris make his decision by gently raising her hand and brushing back his hair from his face. Her hand rested on the back of his head and she drew him down towards her.
The kiss, in a word, was magical. As soon as their lips touched, Chris began to kiss her with a frevor and intensity he thought he would never have again. Mary was frightened and thrilled by the passion of his kiss. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him closer to her.
They broke the kiss and she gasped for air. Chris rained a gentle flurry of kisses on her jawline and down her throat. She heard a ripping sound and realized that he had pulled open her bodice. He began to kiss what flesh he could get too, but was encumbered by her chemise and the corset. He kissed her throat and the top of her chest.
Mary's mind screamed that she should stop this but every other part of her refused. The body won out as she tuned out the rational part of her being and gave herself over to him.
Mary's hands went up to his shirt and she returned the favor by pulling apart his shirt. Chris's held her to him and he rolled over onto his back, bringing her with him.
+ + + + + + +
In the warm afterglow of their lovemaking, Chris spooned himself up against Mary, one arm underneath her neck while the other arm and one leg where thrown possessively over her body. He planted light kisses on her neck, enjoying the feel of her skin against his mouth.
"I guess we've kissed and made up," Mary purred drowsily.
"Yeah," laughed Chris. "I guess we have."
She turned so that she could face him. Her arms wrapped around his body and she pulled up close. "So where does that leave us?"
He pushed back some hair from her face. "Well shoot, I guess I'm going to have to marry you. Someone's got to make you an honest woman."
Mary slapped him on the shoulder. "Is that your idea of a marriage proposal Mr. Larabee?" She started to get out of bed. "No woman would accept something li-,"
Her sentence was cut off as he yanked her back into his arms. "Where do you think you're going?" he asked in his soft voice.
"I'm getting dressed," she replied archly. "If you're going to propose, you should do it properly."
"You mean like this?" He kissed her gently and one hand drifted below the covers. "Or like this?" He touched a particularly sensitve spot. "Or like this?" The other hand cupped on breast.
"Oh Mr. Larabee," moaned Mary.
"Chris? Mrs. Travis?"
"Shoot!" Chris growled as he recognized JD's voice. Mary squeaked and dove under the covers. JD was in the outside offices. They could hear him coming towards the back rooms.
Chris scrambled out of bed and wrapped a sheet around his waist.
JD, entered Mary's parlor and not seeing either of them turned to the open bedroom door. He stopped short in surprise when he saw Chris Larabee standing there with only a sheet wrapped aroundhis waist.
"Chris?" JD asked in disbelief. "Uhm, is everything okay?"
"Everything is fine JD," Chris tried to use his most authoritative voice, which was very difficult considering he was standing there naked as a jay bird with only a sheet around his waist. "We're fine."
"Uh Chris? Where are your clothes?" JD still was not able to process what had happened.
"JD I think its best that you leave and not tell anyone about this," Chris said.
"But-," JD started.
"I mean it young man. Don't say a word about what you saw!" Chris said sharply. "And when you leave, put the ‘Closed' sign on the front door, okay?"
JD, still in awe of Chris no matter how ridiculous the man looked, nodded. He gave his idol one more worried look and hurried out into the front office. Chris did not return to Mary until he heard the front door slam shut. He sighed and climbed back into bed where Mary peeked worriedly out from beneath the blankets.
"Do you think he'll say anything?" she asked, concern on her face.
"No, JD's a good boy and won't say a word. I actually don't think he realizes what happens," Chris added thoughtfully. He turned back to Mary and smiled. "Now where were we?" He started to lean down towards her again.
"Chris Larabee!" Mary burst out as she stopped him with both hands on his chest. "I think JD's sudden appearance sort of broke the mood."
"I know how to get you back into the mood," he murmured as his hands drifted down once again.
"You think just-. Oh. No to the left. Oh yes!"
+ + + + + + +
JD, still in mild shock, returned to the saloon. He had been more concerned than the others about leaving Mary Travis alone with Chris. After two hours of seeing no one emerging from The Clarion, JD had taken it upon himself, as the sheriff, to see if there was anything wrong. Vin and Buck had merely shrugged and told him to go ahead.
Now, as he sat down numbly in his chair he had vacated a few minutes ago, he didn't even hear Buck's repeated questions.
"What?" JD asked as he came sort of out of his fog.
"I said, was everything alright there?" Buck asked in exasperation
"Yeah. I mean I guess." JD said doubtfully.
"What do you mean you guess?" Buck asked suspicoulsy. "Didn't you see them?"
"I talked to Chris, but I didn't see Mrs. Travis."
Buck looked anxiously at Vin. "You don't think he did anything to her, do you?"
Vin drained his glass and stood up. "Best we check it out to make certain." He stolled out of the saloon followed by Buck and JD.
"Chris said that everything was okay," JD yelled out as he tried to catch up with the other two men.
"We're just making sure," Buck replied. He and Vin looked in surprise at the "Closed" sign on The Clarion door. Vin took hold of the knob and it easily twisted in his hand. Hesitantly, all three men stepped into the office.
There was a sharp cry from the back that sounded like Mary. All three men ran into the back rooms and into the bedroom and stopped short in surprise and disbelief.
Chris Larabee was on top of Mary Travis, both in a state, of what they assumed, to be undress. They saw their own shocked mirrored in Chris and Mary's faces.
"Oh God," Mary squeaked out and she threw a blanket over her head.
"We are really sorry!" Buck sputtered out. He grabbed JD and Vin and pushed them out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him with a thud.
They heard Chris's voice trying to calm Mary's higher one. After a minute or two, Chris came out of the bedroom with his pants on and pulling on his shirt. He padded over to the three men in his bare feet with an angry glare on his face.
"What the hell are you doing here?" he asked harshly.
Buck and JD shifted uncomfortably on their feet while Vin just stood calmly in one spot with that half-smile on his face. "We got worried about Miz Travis when JD said he didn't see her when he came by," Vin said. He nodded to the closed bedroom door. "Can see why he didn't."
Chris turned on the boy. "I thought I told you not to say anything."
"I did! I mean I didn't!" JD stammered. "I just said I didn't see Mrs. Travis."
"Don't blame the boy Chris," Buck said soothingly. "We just thought you migh have done something to Miz Travis."
"Done something?" Chris asked with a frown. He realized what they were saying. "Are you telling me that you thought I might actually hurt Mary?"
"Well, you were pretty mad about the whole Langley thing," Buck said sheepishly. "And we didn't see hide nor hair of either one of you for the past two hours." He glanced at the bedroom door. "Damn Chris! That's pretty long for you."
"Now hold up there," Chris said menancingly. "None of you will say what happened here today. Not even to the others. This's got nothing to do with any of you. Its between me and Mary."
"Come on Chris," drawled Vin. "You know we won't saying nuthing."
"Cross my heart!" Buck assured him, the twinkle back in his eyes. JD nodded mutely.
Chris looked hard at each of them and appeared satisfied. He went over to the bedroom door and knocked gently on it. "Mary? Mary honey, come on out."
"I can't!" came the clear if slightly muffled reply. "I'm so embarrassed."
"Sweetheart, no one's going to talk about this ever again," Chris paused for a moment. "You're going to have to see them again anyway, might as well get it over with."
A few more seconds passed by and they finally heard the door open slowly. Mary came out of the bedroom fully dressed and her head bent low. The only indication of what took place that afternoon was the pink blush in her cheeks and the tousled look of her hair. She immediately latched onto Chris's arm, using him as sort of a shield from the other men.
"Ma'am," Vin said politely.
"Pretty dress there Miz Travis," Buck added.
"Yeah," JD agreed quickly. "Different from the one you had on this morning."
At his words, Mary blushed furiously as she remembered what had happened to that dress. A small grin appeared on Chris's face.
"I guess you guys should know, but Mary and me are getting married," Chris informed them.
The other men began to offer their congratulations as Mary stared incredulously at Chris.
"Wait a minute," the widow said, cutting through the merry talk. "I haven't accepted."
Chris looked at her in surprise. "Mary, I thought it was settled. We're getting married."
"You haven't even asked me properly. We haven't discussed anything and you go off and announce that we're getting married? I'm sorry Mr. Larabee, but I have not decided yet."
As Mary looked angrily at Chris who looked back at her in surprise, Buck, Vin and JD began to edge towards the door.
"That's our cue to get out of here," Buck said.
"I'm with you pard," Vin agreed.
The three men quickly left as Mary and Chris continued to glare at each other.
The End
