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HARLEY
So you're a ruthless henchman and a gentleman. Quite a contradiction.
Damon casts a glance at her then returns his attention to the shoulder holster straps.
DAMON
I never said I was a henchman.
HARLEY
Well, you're certainly not an everyday bodyguard.
DAMON
I retired from a lengthy career with the Marines last year and didn't know what to
do with myself. I thought being a bodyguard might be something I'd enjoy.
(pause)
But baby sitting disrespectful rich men using their power and influence to seduce
innocent women isn't really my idea of entertainment.
Harley studies him a moment then manages a tiny smile.
HARLEY
You've certainly described your current boss to the letter.
Damon snorts a soft laugh.
DAMON
Yeah, he's a real winner all right.
(tiny smile)
For the record, I knew he didn't have a chance in hell with you.
HARLEY
(humored)
What brought you to that conclusion?
Harley removes the shoulder holster from him and slips into it.
DAMON
You had the wrong attitude for his games.
HARLEY
Ironic, isn't it? What I had considered to be the most important moment in
entire career suddenly means absolutely nothing to me.
DAMON
Yes, life is full of bittersweet irony.
(pause)
We'd better go.
Harley grabs her jacket and slips into it. Damon retrieves her rifle. Harley studies him a moment and smiles.
HARLEY
Damon--
Damon glances at her with a curious look. Harley moves closer to him and appears timid.
HARLEY
I never had a chance to thank you for saving me back there.
Damon snorts a soft laugh.
DAMON
Save my life and we'll call it even.
Harley takes a step closer to him and stares into his eyes.
HARLEY
No, I want to thank you.
Harley places her hands on his shoulders and kisses him warmly on the lips. She pulls back and meets his gaze.
HARLEY
Thank you.
