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Man, did I like this woman… She could keep up She could dish it out and take it

I wanted her to take it Every inch

“Look,” she said and stopped me, her hand on my chest “You’re really funny and all, but I really can’t have a drink with you”

I sighed, disappointed at her abrupt change of ht take that as a wo a certain interest in him”

“That was just to see if I could touch your weapon”

“You can touchto hide ood huive me a chance”

“I can’t,” she said and shook her head “Sorry And I mean that”

“Is that Steve guy your boyfriend?”

“What?” She frowned and shook her head “No What gave you that idea? He’s a family friend orks at the bar in the summer”

“What gave me that idea is that he definitely sees you as his property and did not likewith you”

She shrugged “He’s just being protective We’re not dating”

“Well,” I said and followed her back to the bar “He wants to”

She harru uy wanted her That much was clear

I sat at the bar and sighed, sad that she had agreed to have a drink with me just to check my weapon I knew she’d be cautious about ure out why I had two jobs I didn’t want to explain my job with the DEA I wasn’t just an informer who met with a contact now and then to provide any intel I was an undercover DEA agent I took the training I went for periodic exercises on how to do a recovery or takeout of a suspect I kept e and in the field

But my main job was to provide intel on my family’s contacts with the Irish-American mafia