"Strap on one of the weapons you're not supposed to carry. "Darling Eve." He leaned over, kissed her. "I always have one of the weapons I'm not supposed to carry. You're not to worry about me." "That's the same bullshit as me telling you not to worry about me." "Fair enough. So you'll take care of my cop, and I'll take care of your criminal. Reformed." "Semi-reformed. Since you break the law every time you go out packing." She hissed out a breath. "Take a clutch piece, too."