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“No,” he replied, not looking at me.
“Greg—” I started to plead with him and garnered Len’s attention again.
“What’s so important that you need to talk to him about, Ms. Valor?”
I shook my head instead of answering, and he approached us, glaring at Greg. “Where is your license?”
“I don’t have one.”
“Bullshit. A guy like you doesn’t go around without identification on him.”
“You can check me, but I don’t have a wallet.”
“Then how were you going to pay for your coffee?”
“With my phone.”
He frowned. “Mr. Fancy Pants, using his technology to pay for things. Look at that.” He glanced at me. “Is this your boyfriend, Ms. Valor?”
I shook my head at the same time that Greg spoke. “I don’t even know the woman.”
I frowned at the side of Greg’s head. Why would he say that? Granted, we hadn’t seen each other in almost twenty years, but to say he doesn’t know me? What the hell?
Len looked at the pregnant woman. “Did you hear these two talking in line?”
The woman looked immediately scared, and Greg spoke up again. “I admit that I was talking to her. I was hitting on her, trying to gauge if she’d be worth asking out. She’s pretty enough.”
My brow furrowed. Pretty enough? Was he serious?
“She’s not your girlfriend?” he asked him again.
“Nope, not really my type, seems a bit prudish, if you know what I mean.”
My jaw dropped. Prudish? Was he serious? Oh, man, when we got out of here, I was going to show him just how prudish I was.
Len grinned and looked me over from head to toe. I felt violated by his leer, and I looked away, noticing that Greg had his hands fisted. Len turned to the pregnant woman. “Is he telling the truth?”
She nodded quickly. “Yeah, he was flirting with her.”
“Turn around and get on your knees.” He grunted toward Greg, waving the gun toward him.
Greg didn’t look at me as he spun around on the brown tile floor and then got to his knees slowly. Len called Chuck over. “Check him, see what he has in those pockets.”
Greg laced his fingers behind his head, stared straight ahead and let Chuck pat his waist down, and then his side pockets. “What’s that?”
“A note pad and a pen,” Greg responded. “And before you check the other side, I have a pocketknife.”
“Take the items out of your pockets carefully and hand them to Ms. Valor,” Len commanded.
Greg slowly took one hand off his head and pulled a small leather-bound notebook from his pocket and then a pen and held them out to me. I took them. He shifted his hand to his other side and dug around in a pocket for a moment. He held his hand out toward me, and I gave him my palm. The contents dropped into mine, and I stared at the half roll of breath mints, a Chapstick, a black pocketknife, and a condom. My eyes snapped to his. He didn’t carry a wallet, but he brought along a freaking condom? I glanced at the wrapper and saw it was a super magnum. I almost started laughing because I knew damn well that he wasn’t a super magnum size. Not that he was small, but he wasn’tthatbig.
Greg winked at me, and there was just a touch of humor on his features before they went blank again. Chuck checked his other side to make sure nothing else was there.
“That’s all he has on him.”
“Give me that stuff,” Len said, and I held my hands up for him to take it. He removed the knife, glanced at the notebook before putting it back into my hand, and walked away. Greg seemed relieved when I put my hands down, and for a second, he closed his eyes.
Len and Chuck went to a table, and Chuck laid out all the ID’s. Len glanced over them before he took his phone out and started snapping pictures of them. Why was he doing that?
