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“Hey!” Rip eot a problem here?”

Izzy resisted the urge to roll her eyes It was still Rip’s shop so she wouldn’t give hi her hiccups

“Yeah, we got a probleht Rip would be in on his boys’ club ive me my tat”

Rip raised an eyebrow at Izzy “Never known her to refuse a custoood reason, buddy Even better than you calling her a bitch I’ve seen her hand better men than you their asses for less”

Izzy coughed to cover her laugh “There is He showed me the shittiest fake ID I’ve ever seen Told him to come back with mootta wait until he’s eighteen like everybody else”

Rip’s lips quirked, but he didn’t smile Much more even keel than Izzy, he said “Sorry, bud Don’t be a dick to her I’m the one who makes the rules See you in a few years”

“Fuck this,” the teenager said As he pushed through the door, his phone rang and he cursed again

“You good?” Rip asked

Izzy smiled Sure, his overprotective attitude toward a little boy Izzy could swat easier than a fly was on the annoying side, but it was also endearing in a fatherly kind of way “I’ood, Rip Thanks for the backup”

With a nod and a wave of his hand, he headed back to his office “You’re done for the day, right?”

“Yeah, I’ood one, Rip”

“See ya tomorrow”

She grabbed her bag, popped on her sunglasses, and headed out to the parking lot An oreeted her, ready to dump buckets of rain “Guess I don’t need these,” she said as she relass case, she heard some muffled chatter and looked around, but appeared to be alone

“Lefty needs my help? Fuck yeah, I’m in”

Hand in her bag, Izzy froze