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"In a half hour" He rubbed his tattoos, thinking they were probably going to work against hiotta hustle"

"Good luck"

As the female put her palm out, Axe shook it "You, too"

"Guess it’s just you and e "Peyton already has enough et in the way of his s up Boone doesn’t need the cash, either--and Paradise and Craeg are already providing extra security at the Audience House on their nights off"

Shit, Axe wasn’t crazy about coainst another ain, the joke was probably on hi as he was, her strength nearly that of his own, her brains a little ahead of his She also didn’t look like a serial killer

But hey, he would take his piercings out Bam Nearly normal

He also had zero personal skills So she could very well beat hier?" Novo drawled

"On what?"

"Who gets it? Loser has to pay for dinner"

He wasn’t in a position to buy her a Kit Kat "How about winner buys dinner?"

"Deal"

Twenty minutes later, the bus caht was bitterly cold, and no one lingered to talk As Axe deht it eird that he’d never called the little place his "parents’ "--but then again, there had been no "parents" involved with the da It had been built for his mother, and hadn’t done its job to keep her in the fa but ainside, he was glad there was no electricity, no lights to turn on He couldn’t stand the kitchen, hated looking at it, and he steah the shallow space The stairs to the second floor were short and steep and he took the to the only open door

He kept his father’s room closed off

His room was a mattress on the floor, clothes in piles, and not much else Hell, he didn’t even sleep up here, because the fireplace was downstairs and he had to stay warh, he’d move back to the second floor--or maybe he wouldn’t Who cared