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Merissa didn’t want to, but she knew she was being surly and mean and it wasn’t like her "Steve," she complained, "there’d be no point"

"It’d make me feel better I worry about you" He paused, then asked, "Are you and the fighter still together?"

Blast hirated down her spine "That’s ouy too much leeway He’s either with you, or he isn’t"

Since she feared he et together? Really?"

The pleasure in his tone didn’t fool her Steve had never really cared about her If he wanted her now, it was only to salve his bruised ego over her disinterest If et him to accept the truth, then why not? "Coffee, that’s all, so don’tdeal of it"

"Tomorrow after work? I could pick you up"

No way "I’ll meet you," she said "Where?"

After h the rest of her work She was deteret home, soak in the tub for, oh, an hour or so, and then

Unfortunately, she knew she could eat a dozen waffles and it wouldn’t matter It required Armie hi her "for her own good" Soive hi after him

OUTSIDE THE BANK, on the opposite side of the street, Keno sucked on a chocolate milk shake and considered his plan Boyd paced beside hi as he went through the details over and over

"This could backfire," Boyd said

The chicken shit "It’s all arranged"

"What if we get caught?"

"We won’t" Finishing the shake with one last long draw, Keno tossed it into a trash can "We’ll wait until she’s well away from here, on one of those older streets near her house Then we’ll get her Piece of cake"

Boyd scrubbed both hands over his face "Steve isn’t going to like it"

"Steve’s a pussy But he’ll pay" Already they’d gotten good old Steve for thousands The idiot had o as big as his mouth Keno saw no reason not to use the co like an old lady, Boyd asked, "What tiot thirty h by then"

"She noticed us last ti the truth about her dirtbag boyfriend would be enough to send her running--preferably to him But that hasn’t happened"

"Can’t say as I blaue that "This tio as soon as she walks out" He set to be the hero, by paying to get her back

And until then, Keno wouldn’t ain--this time without her hulk of a defender around to kick his ass

KNOWING THAT JUSTICE, despite his messy faux-hawk hair and cauliflower ears, would charm Bray’s parents, Armie headed out for his truck He had his keys in hand, the door open, when a fa tiled hih alert, he stared at the wo there Her hair was darker, shorter She’d put on a few pounds But not in a rown up

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