Until Death Do Us Part

I stared down the barrel of a Glock 9, go-to handgun for undercover cops and preferred weapon for anyone with a limited ability to carry and conceal. First thing I asked myself was, “Where did she hide that thing?” The second: “How did I miss it?” After an hour of soaking in the splendor of her captivating green eyes, coal-black hair, and slender-but-buff figure, a third thought emerged: “I wonder if she’s dating anybody.”