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Cricket sniffed and turned

Too pissed off to argue about her wanton ways, he drank his beer until a familiar scent hit his nose The mystery biker friend, Pinky

She nodded at Slade “It’s him”

Slade glanced at the skinhead biker who ordered a whisky at the bar Missing his little finger

Pinky scoped the area, but didn’t notice the-breasted blue-haired bar woood looks The one who gave Slade dreamy eyes The lady loved wolves His wolf had winked at her in appreciation

She s to Pinky

Slade listened, his wolfish hearing primed on their conversation

“Yeah, the couple at the booth near the pool table She’s been asking a lot of questions about herbrother, Randi”

“What did you say?” Pinky lifted a brow

“That he was one of the regulars and how fucking good looking he was, but nowhere as good looking as the chick’s boyfriend”

“Thanks, babe” Pinky gave her a wad of cash and ordered another drink

Cricket whispered, “He knoe’re on to him”

“Should I snatch him?”

Her gaze flicked upward “No That’s the last thing we do in public”

“Obviously I meant when he leaves”