The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 727

Callahan ignored the teasing entirely and cut straight to business.

"Save the chatter."

"Did you get the items on the list?"

"Got 'em, got 'em!"

Jacko nodded vigorously, though he couldn't help but steal another glance at Leilani.

"Is Ms. Sloan... also an enthusiast?"

He asked, probing. Clearly, the veteran arms dealer was still endlessly fascinated by Callahan's "fiancée."

Leilani offered a faint smile. "I am quite interested, actually."

"I've only ever seen this kind of hardware in textbooks or manuals. I've never handled the real thing, so I asked Callahan to bring me along to broaden my horizons."

Her answer was perfectly balanced—neither arrogant nor timid.

A flash of genuine respect crossed Jacko's eyes. Finally putting a lid on his curiosity, he shifted back into the sharp, professional businessman he truly was.

"Alright!"

"Right this way, then. Everything's laid out. Just waiting on your inspection."

He stepped aside to lead them toward the back, though he couldn't resist muttering over his shoulder to Callahan, "Well played, man!"

"Where did you find such a gem?"

"I gotta say, that aura of hers matches yours perfectly."

Callahan shot him a sidelong glance, offering no reply, but his arm around Leilani's shoulders tightened just a fraction, a barely perceptible smirk playing on his lips.

He was an old friend who knew where the boundaries were.

Having landed his joke, Jacko guided them through a secure door and into the inner armory.

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