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me to run ‘em off?” He nodded
toward the men at the pool table in back.
    “Yeah,
thanks. I’ll get the front door.”
    Crash
watched as Cole walked over to the front door and flipped the open sign to the
closed side. He paused, one hand on the doorframe, watching the street. Hearing
the backdoor open, he twisted, looking over his shoulder. Crash followed the
line of his gaze. The four drywall guys were walking out. Marty locked the
door, turned and nodded. Cole returned his attention to the street, dipping his
head to look through the glass.
    Crash
wondered why Cole was even bothering with this girl, but then he figured Angel
had something to do with that. Crash had to admit, this girl had brains. She
was smart enough to use Angel to get Cole to do her bidding. And by the tension
around Cole’s mouth, Crash figured Cole knew her angle, and he wasn’t too happy
about it. Crash walked over, handing him his glass. “Here you go, brother.”
    He
watched as Cole took it and downed a sip, his eyes scanning the street. Red Dog
joined them at the plate-glass window. They watched the workers’ crew-cab
pickup pull out of the lot to the right.
    “Last
time I met Shannon here, she was early. I figure she’ll be here any minute.
When she gets here, I want you to keep an eye on the street,” he instructed,
turning to Dog. “She’s worried this guy is following her.”
    Dog
nodded. “Right.”
    Crash
scoped out the street. “It’ll be easy to spot him from here. There’s no parking
on the street. He’d either have to pull in here, or that chicken place over
there.” He nodded to the fast food place across the street and half a block
down.
    “Yeah.”
Cole’s eyes went to the chicken place. It was almost deserted. Only two cars
were in the lot. A moment later, Cole was straightening, his body coming alert
as his eyes tracked a cab pulling into the lot. “Here she is.”
    Crash’s
eyes moved to the cab and watched as a tall slim blonde stepped out. He’d met
her briefly, years ago, but he barely remembered what she looked like. He’d
remembered she was a knockout blonde, but he hadn’t really been able to place
her features when Cole had told him about this meet. He thought she’d been
about twenty then, which put her around twenty-six now.
    Cole
opened the door for her as she approached the entrance lugging a wheeled
overnight bag with her.
    Crash
was stunned by her beauty as he took in the whole package.
    She
had on a short-sleeved sweater dress in a soft cashmere that hugged her slender
curves and fell about four inches short of her knee. It was the color of
buckskin and set off the beautiful blonde color of her hair that fell to the
tip of her breast. The V-neck dipped just low enough to show a bit of cleavage
while still being classy. His eyes skated down the length of her long shapely
legs set off perfectly by the nude colored four inch stiletto pumps she wore.
An obviously expensive slouchy handbag of soft, supple golden leather was slung
over her shoulder. As his eyes ran over her, Crash had a hard time deciding
which was her best feature, her legs, her tits or her ass.
    And
then she pulled off her designer sunglasses, and Crash was lost in her crystal
blue eyes. And there was no doubt in his mind. Those eyes were by far her best
feature. They were large, tilted at a seductive angle and set off by perfectly
arched brows. He had to admit, if he was her ex-boyfriend, he’d have a hard
time letting this gorgeous woman go, too.
    “Holy
fuck,” Crash heard Red Dog whisper from behind him. He gave Dog a swift elbow
to the solar plexus and heard an “Umph” just as Shannon’s gaze swung to him. If
he’d thought her eyes were beautiful before, it was nothing to how stunning
they were when they looked straight into his. Of course, the effect was kind of
ruined when she rolled her eyes as if dismissing the men with Cole and returned
her attention to him.
    Cole
closed the door and threw the bolt.