Unbuckling his belt, he pulled his shirt up and examined the knife scar on his abdomen.2 2 The belt buckle that deflected the knife from his heart was now irritating the scar.2 2 "I think your mother would nail my hide to the wall," he responded as he finished putting his belt on.2 2 He waited while she buckled her seat belt and stashed her things.1 1 Her eyes went to his body hungrily, and he gripped her belt, pulling her against him.1 1 He checked his weapons and pulled off his jacket, clipping as many magazines to his belt as he could.2 1
