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in. At least we have a couple of Dhufish to show for our troubles.”
    At least that’s something. I’m a man that loves his protein. Not that I feel like eating anytime soon.
    As we putter back into the docks, Mick explains where we have surveillance in place, and points out the areas of the docks our POIs frequent. It’s certainly gonna be a challenge keeping a close watch on the area.
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    I’ve been off the boat for a good half hour and had a long hot shower, but still I’m feeling that rocking motion in my bones. I take a heavy step to the head of the queue.
    “Rough night, hey Brown-Eyes?” the redhead says, and smiles bright. Her lips are some kind of rich purple colour today, matching her long dangly earrings.
    “More like rough morning,” I offer. And that’s being generous. I’d dry-retched the rest of the way back into the docks. Next time, I’ll be high as a fucking kite on guarana and that custom-made shit that Mick told me about on the journey back in. If I’m gonna be a convincing decky, I’ve got to get my shit together. At least we won’t be going out every day. On the off days when we’re not running charters, I’ll be ‘working’ on the boat, getting shit in order, whilst keeping an eye on the comings and goings.
    “Let me see if we can fix that for you, honey. Same as yesterday?”
    “Yeah, thanks,” I say, impressed she remembers what I ordered given how busy this place was.
    She punches a few buttons on the register, and then looks up. “Like to try something to eat today? A man like you must be hungry all the time. How ’bout the bruschetta?” she smirks, and then looks in the direction of the tables. I follow her gaze and find Blondie bent over in a pair of short denim shorts, gathering cups and saucers from a vacated table.
    Well, damn. Legs . I had a good look at those fine, tanned pins yesterday. She’s a tidy little package, from the top of her head right down to her white lace-up tennis shoes.
    “Nah, not that hungry. But thanks,” I say. Truth be told I’m starving, but I’m not sure I can stomach anything yet. I probably shouldn’t be having coffee, but hey, I need to pep up. “Make it a double-shot,” I add, and hand over some cash.
    “Sure thing. Take a seat and I’ll bring it over. Complimentary copy of the paper at the end of the counter,” she says, and waves in that direction.
    “Cheers.”
    I give those legs a good eye-fucking as I approach. Tanned. Slender. Delicious.
    Blondie turns, and without looking up she face-plants fair into my chest. I swiftly wrap my arms around her small frame, holding her firmly against me so the cups between us don’t fall. I chuckle, and somehow manage to stop myself from laughing my arse off.
    “Whoa, where’s the fire, gorgeous?” I ask.
    “Sugar,” she breathes against my chest. She slowly tilts back her head and glances up at me through her long lashes. Her stunning baby-blue eyes knock the wind clean out of me. They are breathtaking. A nice shade of pink blooms over her cheeks, and her chest expands as she draws in a deep breath. Wow . This is some beautiful package.
    “I’ve got you. Let’s do this slowly, and no mugs will get hurt,” I say, my tone serious. We manage to unfold from each other and grab the cups without any casualties.
    “You came back,” she says as I hand her a cup. Her gaze shies away.
    “I told you. The brew’s good. Even if today I happen to be wearin’ it.” Only a few dribbles of coffee stain my shirt. No big deal.
    She looks between us, and I notice the splash of coffee on her white tank. All I can think about now is her without that top.
    “I’m so sorry. The next one is on the house,” she apologises. Why isn’t she wearing a name tag? The blush from her cheeks has now spread down and over her chest. As much as I wanna check out those beauties, I think if I did I’d only embarrass the girl more. Another time .
    “You know I’ll be back,” I promise her.
    A hint of a