“Radio holder. Pepper spray. And these…” He popped open a black leather case and pulled out a set of shiny silver handcuffs, dangling them from one of his long fingers. “Are for bad little girls. Do you want to try them on for size?”
“I have my own set, thank you very much.” She smirked at him wickedly. “They’re pink and fuzzy.”
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