Just a quick note to let you know I'm alive (for the moment!). I had to leave my rich beau Tyler and his sixth marriage proposal in the lurch when my ex-partner, ex-hubby Pardee (Remember him? Bounty hunter? Strong? Sexy? Dangerous?) asked (begged!) for help rescuing his kidnapped kid. Now we're running for our lives. (They don't call me "Crazy Legs" for nothing!) Things haven't been this hectic since I flew choppers in Desert Storm. If Pardee weren't so desperate -- and, okay, I admit it, still so damned hot! -- I'd be on the next Greyhound out. Oh well, that's life, I guess. Having an exciting time, wish you were here. Wish the bad guys (with guns!) weren't. Or the cops. (They're after us too. Don't ask!)
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