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He nodded once then went the way of his friends Soon, the roar of motorcycles drowned out the steady beat of

“Looks like Jig was one satisfied custo his round frame toward her

Izzy raised an eyebrow “How the hell’d you get that impression? He took one look at it and ran for the door so fast he left skid marks on my chair”

Rip held up a crisp hundred-dollar bill “Man left you a Benjamin as a tip”

Her jaw nearly dropped Jesus, that was a fifty percent tip She plucked the ers “Thanks,” she said as her mind reeled

What the hell did it mean?

Was it a compliment?

An apology?

An insult? He couldn’t be bothered to speak to her like a hu, but he’d toss so?

With a chuckle, she tucked theher station What the hell did it matter? The man had played a two-hour role in her life They’d probably have little or nothing to do with each other ever again She’d give hiave her tattoo

Guess thatabout him

Good riddance

CHAPTER THREE