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"She loves staying with you," said Amanda "That’s all she could talk about last week after you watched her"

"I’ood idea," said Grant "At least not until Wyatt is back behind bars"

Amanda looked from Grant to Isabelle "Wyatt?"

"Dale’s father He caht He told Dale he’d seen you and Rachel there"

Grant’s mouth flattened "He said you were hot, which means he’s taken soerous man"

Amanda’s brown eyes closed in weariness "Don’t worry I’erous men"

Ricky kept his eyes fixed on the wad of cash dangling in front of hi it creeped him out, but for that much cash, Ricky could stand a little creepy

Ricky squared his shoulders and tried to pretend he wasn’t aching to reach out and snatch that bag away "That’s not enough for anything peruy up a little Send hie"

The lowed bright blue "A broken leg would be my first choice That way, he won’t be able to run away"

From what, Ricky didn’t dare ask He so did not want to know

"Broken leg Got it" Ricky stared at the money and had to shove his hands deep in his pockets to keep froh would keep him hooked up for a month

"He’ll be with a woman Do not touch her"

"Sure Whatever you want"

Ricky pulled his gaze away frouy’s face He had a creepy serious look in his eyes that said he meant business Those eerie blue eyes would haunt Ricky’s dreams for a year, he was sure

"If you hurt the woman, I’ll find you and kill you in your sleep Slowly Are we clear?"

Even with his body burning for a fix, Ricky still felt the shudder of fear that slid through him "We’re clear Can I call in et the job done, just do it tonight They’ll be co out of the restaurant soon He drives a flashy silver Mustang Be waiting for hi of cash, and Ricky grabbed it and stuffed it down the front of his jeans for safekeeping "I won’t be late, ive creep-o here a reason to come back and find hiht’s dinner companions to stand up and announce they were a killer, but it would have been nice

David had called today and was breathing down his neck about getting his ass out to Denver, pronto And if that wasn’t enough to light a fire under his ass to get out of town, his inconvenient attraction to Isabelle would have done the job

On the way into the restaurant, he’d only loom, but it had backfired in a serious way As soon as her exotic green eyes had slid down his body, looking like he was soood to eat, he kneas in over his head

She wasn’t a kid anymore She wasn’t ame And Grant really wanted to play

He stared across the table to where she spoke quietly to Aht over her skin, lossy hair,it shiht a ht then, Grant kneas headed for trouble He wasn’t good at keeping his hands to himself Especially not when he kneasn’t the only one wanting to touch

He’d just reached out his hand to stroke hers when their next dinner companion arrived Grant pulled his hand back and rose to his feet

"Everett," greeted Isabelle "I’lad you could make it Do you remember Grant?"

Everett was on the short side, with lasses were too large for his face and thick enough that they’d worn grooves in the side of his nose froave Grant a limp, sweaty handshake, which sent a stack of papers under his own ar to the floor

"Sorry," he squeaked out and dropped to the floor to frantically recover his papers

Grant bent down to help, using the opportunity to see what Everett was toting around Without looking like he was, Grant scanned the pages as he picked the with tax forms Isabelle’s tax for with those?

"I’ive these to you tonight, but now I’ll have to take theanize theather papers "Tax day isn’t for a while yet I’lad you were able to fit me in I kno busy you are this time of year"

Everett blushed "It was no probleave hiure it out myself? I don’t knohat I’d do without you"

Everett’s blush darkened, and he tugged at his tie as if he had a hard ti

Grant handed Everett the folder that had housed all of the papers and watched as he carefully righted the chaotic stack of tax forms

"You’re an accountant now?" asked Grant as he helped Everett to his feet