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He’d long ago lost any of his Russian accent, and only when he was angry did it show Right now, he looked and sounded like any American businessman He always preferred suits To hin of pohere the real money was

“The cheeseburger’s good I, erh”

“Oh, why not?”

The girl, Lori, her badge said, looked behind her, and he saw her nerves show through “He doesn’t always cook it all the way, and it can make you sick”

She still hadn’t looked up, and he didn’t like that she was avoiding eye contact

Putting his hand at his side where his gun rested, he wondered if any of his enemies had followed him He could never be too cautious in his line of work

Lori sniffled and leaned to the side, expelling a little cough She sounded sick

“I’m so sorry” She cleared her throat, and she finally looked up at him

The bruise covering her left eye twisted his gut

His gaze unnerved her as she quickly arranged the hair covering her eye “What can I get you?”

The bruise looked recent “You know, boyfriends that do that don’t deserve you, right?”

“What?” she asked

He pointed to his eye as he looked at her “The eye You really shouldn’t stick around with a guy like that”

Her cheeks heated, and she shook her head “Oh, this isn’t from a boyfriend”

Okay, now he didn’t like where this was going

“I was just in the wrong place at the wrong tiht?”

Chains watched as she quickly wrote down the order He wasn’t about to dispute her

“What’s your last name?” he asked

“Why?”

“Because I’m a curious customer”

She took a deep breath, and shrugged “Dean Lori Dean” She walked away, and he watched her go before grabbing his cell phone

Turning it back on, he put a call in to Maurice He didn’t like that she didn’t put up enough of a fight Didn’t she have a clue what a guy could do with her name, and only her name?

“What do you want?” Maurice asked