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FREE PRELUDE

One Dangerous Night

Blake’s journey begins

The first e pretty much summed up Blake Walker’s life for the past two years All of which were simply diversions, ways to distract hie Though at the y brunette who’d just sashayed into Denver’s ‘The Rooftop Lounge’ inside the ritzy hotel his client had booked for him, her hair pinned up, and her sexy curves tucked beneath a prim cream colored skirt and blouse, had his eye

Blake draped his ar her with his eyes, while he nursed a beer he didn’t want He’d seen enough booze and drugs in his days at the ATF to last a lifetis, to last a lifetih until theson-of-a-bitch cartel leader, Alvarez, was ten feet under Then there would be enough death and not a second sooner, and since that attitude didn’t set ith his higher-ups, he’d decided working with his brothers at Walker Security sounded pretty daood Of course, his brothers Royce and Luke weren’t keen on murder either but based on how they felt about their new spouses, he’d bet his weight in gold they’d change their mind if it had been their fiancée killed in cold blood

The wo in the carved out circular booths like the one he was in and theon top, until her eyes found him, and he sensed a hint of trepidation in her He alh-up in one of the , and she actually see dark hair and leather jacket with disdain He knew her type, the ones who justified their work in the world they were living by hiding it beneath righteousness or naivety In her case, she came with a dose of prickly and priht, and didn’t like them, but as her eyesabout this wo away theher to ad way After all, he needed intel, and what better way to get it than halfway to orgas all the way Get fked or do the fking He wasn’t getting fked anywhere but the bedrooaze froain Despite her rather successful attempt to look uneasy, he had the distinct i heads, like he had He did the inventory in his head again with her A couple in the far right booth Another in the far left Ahis troubles to the bartender and two girlfriends chatting it up at a center table She wasn’t naive, this one She knehat she was doing Finally, her attention slid back to hied

He arched a challenging brow at her She straightened her spine and marched towards him He watched her walk and didn’t hide his admiration He wanted her uncos she wasn’t supposed to tell him

"Mr Wright?"

Blake gave a nod "That’s right," he joked, playing on words "But call me Blake" He used an alias for his last na to his real first naue less likely "And youaard about the way she said her na real Of course, the fact that it sounded like a pn star didn’t help hiht Rachel Merit was coot uest" He lifted his beer "Drink?"

"No," she said, slipping her briefcase and purse frohter

Her brows dipped "What’s funny about that?"