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"I' it – a mixture of some kind of fruity shampoo and clean sweat Frankly, I could have stayed in that position all night, her butt pressed against roin, my arm around her waist, my face variously in her neck or beside her cheek “We can carry a concealed weapon in a bar and drink if need be"

It was the truth

Finally, I released her when I felt her relax just a bit I adjustedmy jacket I hoped she didn’t notice ainst my jeans Not that I was embarrassed about it It was a fine specimen No, I didn’t want to make her embarrassed

"I thought you’re the CEO of a security fir in front of me, her arms crossed

“Can’t I be both?” I asked lightly

She was quiet for a h my hair

“You understand that when I'er Letout her hand

I co into my pocket for my other ID, which I held out for her to see

"OK," she said and tookit over "That’s the only exemption” She frowned at me “Why didn’t you tell me you were DEA? Are you really CEO of a security firm or is that cover?"

"Like I said, why can’t I be both?” I took back un laws"

"I work at a bar,” she said, sounding irritated “As et back to work"

She turned and went to the door back into the restaurant I caught up with her and stood beside the door before she could leave "I hope this hasn't put a damper on our drink after your shift is finished"

She stopped and narrowed her eyes "I like a un," she said and smiled

"Oh, sweetheart," I said, a surge of adrenaline going through me that I hadn’t blown it completely "Then I'm just your type Beretta M9A1, 85 inches from tip to base"

She laughed out loud at that, then pushed through the door