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The breath caught in Kate’s throat. She knew who he was. She should have known the minute she set eyes on him.

Kit took the pistol from its holster, turning it in his hand so that he was holding the barrel as he offered her the handle. She inhaled a deep steadying breath, staring at it for a moment before she accepted it from him.

He opened his coat, exposing his chest.

‘Close your eyes if it makes it easier.’ He guided the muzzle to press it against his heart. ‘One squeeze of the trigger and it is done.’

She stared at his heart with determination in her eyes but he could feel how much the pistol’s muzzle trembled against his chest.

The moment stretched between them.

‘Do it, Kate,’ he urged.