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“So I need to see someone.”
He nodded.
“Would you be pissed if I said it could wait until all of this shit is over?”
“When do you think it will be over? ‘Cause I definitely don’t have a crystal ball with the exact date.”
“We need to deal with Loraine, Jenny and whoever the fuck is involved with what happened to Brandt. We need to clean up Dirk’s fucking cesspool of an operation, then we can take everything else day to day.”
“And if it gets worst?”
“If it gets worst, you or Dimitri or Brax have veto power.”
“Thank you for that.” He kissed my brow. “I know how difficult giving up control is for you.”
“Don’t make me regret it,” I told him.
“You won’t. I promise.”
ChapterForty-Three
HARLEIGH
The next night,while I was serving drinks at the bar, I noticed two guys who were out of place. It wasn’t unusual to see new faces, but there was something about these guys that didn’t sit right with me.
And it wasn’t because we only last night rid the world of my worst mistake. It also wasn’t a desperate attempt to look for new ways to occupy my time.
First off, I knew they had weapons under their jackets. Hell, the fact that they were wearing jackets to begin with when it wasn’t cold outside was telling.
“Never seen you guys in here before,” I said as I set the bottles in front of them.
Next, they seemed a little too interested in what was going on inside the bar, than the beers I had just set in front of them.
“We were told this was the place to be.”
“The place to be for what?”
“Alleviating stress and reducing our emotional baggage.”
“Neither of you strike me as men who would admit you had emotional baggage.”
“You’d be surprised,” he responded.
“Really?” I pressed as I leaned on the bar and pushed my breasts together. Just as I suspected, his eyes were drawn exactly where I wanted.
“Ralph here can’t seem to rid himself of his ball and chain, and I’m here for moral support.”
“You expect me to believe his name is Ralph?”
He barked out a laugh. “He can show you his license if you need proof.”
I smiled. Two could play at this game. Either I called his bluff and asked for thefakeID, or I just let it go and do what I planned all along.
Settling on the latter, I responded, “Anyone with that name shouldn’t be forced to prove it.” One of the guys at the end of the bar put up a finger. “Be back in a moment, guys.”
“I think we’ll be here for a bit,” Not-Ralph said as he lifted his beer.
“Great,” I told them as I went over to the end of the bar to take their drink order.
