and politics.
Wearing one of Dar’s striped, polo shirts, Tristan sat at a table by himself in the far corner, his back to the door. With his hair tucked into the shirt collar, he could pull off Dar Naylor pretty well in a dark room.
One D.I.R.E. agent sat behind the bar with Aidan’s old high school buddy, David Saldana, and his dog, Loki. Another stood at the dartboard, throwing darts. The old, Veterans of Foreign Wars crowd had been excited to play a part in Aidan’s attempt to nab one of the bad guys that had brought danger to their little town.
Of course, Aidan did promise a round of beers on him.
Although his text had told Cassandra to come alone, Aidan knew she would bring company. He also knew that Dar wouldn’t expect her to arrive alone, either.
Under normal circumstances, public places ensured virtual safety. However, in this case, Cassandra didn’t know that the old men that frequented Willie’s had really kicked some ass in past wars.
The door opened, rushing extreme heat into the otherwise chilly room. A tall, thin man wearing a blazer and jeans walked in and looked around.
He had to be Naylor Interests. No one from these parts wore a blazer in the summer. Besides, Aidan knew just about everyone else in town. The man sat down at the bar and ordered a beer.
Aidan figured if he remained inside, Cassandra knew the coast was clear.
Tristan had fooled him.
A few minutes later, Cassandra Naylor walked in like she owned the place, smiling at David like they were old friends. She wore denim shorts that made her legs look a kilometer long, a low-cut, white t-shirt that hugged her full breasts like a koozie, and high-heel tennis shoes.
Damn, the woman was hot.
Based on David’s slow perusal of her body, he thought so, too.
She’s a Naylor, remember?
Pushing up her sunglasses on top of her head, Cassandra looked around the dark bar. Aidan sunk down in his chair, pulling his baseball cap lower on his forehead with his gloved hand.
A small smile lit her face when she spotted Tristan. Once she headed his way, Aidan sat up, ready to run.
Another Naylor agent walked in and stood just inside the door.
Damn. He’d hoped this would be easy.
“It’s about to get interesting boys.”
The men at his table nodded without ceasing conversation.
Cassandra walked over to Tristan’s table with long-legged strides. When she came parallel to him, she looked at Tristan’s profile.
He turned. Her eyes widened. She whipped around, blonde waves flying behind her. Tristan clamp down on her forearm.
Swinging around, she head-butted him once, twice. Releasing her arm, Tristan stood, his look incredulous.
One of the Naylor agents fired his gun at Tristan. He dove under the table, along with everyone else in the place. Loki barked from behind the bar. D.I.R.E. Agent Gonzales pulled his gun on the Naylor men just as D.I.R.E. Agent Young pointed his gun at them, too.
Cassandra ran for the back door, knocking down David when he blocked her path. Tristan took chase, Aidan following. Hitting the bright sunlight, she paused a second before running around the side of the building. Tristan and Aidan split up, chasing her to the front parking lot. The woman could run, even in heels.
He and Tristan met in the front just as she jumped into the driver’s seat of a dark sedan. Starting it up, she gunned it just as Aidan reached the car. Slamming down his hands on the hood, he unleashed electricity through his gloves, the veins glowing bright copper. Bolts of lightning streaked through the hood and the surrounding air, arcing and zapping around him. Cassandra pushed back in the seat, her eyes wide like saucers.
The car died in seconds, smoke billowing from under the hood. Rushing around the side, he opened the driver’s door.
“Hurry, in case the car catches fire.” He held out his hand.
She stared up at him, bug-eyed, her mouth agape. When she made no move to get out, he grabbed her hand. Electricity backfired in his
Wearing one of Dar’s striped, polo shirts, Tristan sat at a table by himself in the far corner, his back to the door. With his hair tucked into the shirt collar, he could pull off Dar Naylor pretty well in a dark room.
One D.I.R.E. agent sat behind the bar with Aidan’s old high school buddy, David Saldana, and his dog, Loki. Another stood at the dartboard, throwing darts. The old, Veterans of Foreign Wars crowd had been excited to play a part in Aidan’s attempt to nab one of the bad guys that had brought danger to their little town.
Of course, Aidan did promise a round of beers on him.
Although his text had told Cassandra to come alone, Aidan knew she would bring company. He also knew that Dar wouldn’t expect her to arrive alone, either.
Under normal circumstances, public places ensured virtual safety. However, in this case, Cassandra didn’t know that the old men that frequented Willie’s had really kicked some ass in past wars.
The door opened, rushing extreme heat into the otherwise chilly room. A tall, thin man wearing a blazer and jeans walked in and looked around.
He had to be Naylor Interests. No one from these parts wore a blazer in the summer. Besides, Aidan knew just about everyone else in town. The man sat down at the bar and ordered a beer.
Aidan figured if he remained inside, Cassandra knew the coast was clear.
Tristan had fooled him.
A few minutes later, Cassandra Naylor walked in like she owned the place, smiling at David like they were old friends. She wore denim shorts that made her legs look a kilometer long, a low-cut, white t-shirt that hugged her full breasts like a koozie, and high-heel tennis shoes.
Damn, the woman was hot.
Based on David’s slow perusal of her body, he thought so, too.
She’s a Naylor, remember?
Pushing up her sunglasses on top of her head, Cassandra looked around the dark bar. Aidan sunk down in his chair, pulling his baseball cap lower on his forehead with his gloved hand.
A small smile lit her face when she spotted Tristan. Once she headed his way, Aidan sat up, ready to run.
Another Naylor agent walked in and stood just inside the door.
Damn. He’d hoped this would be easy.
“It’s about to get interesting boys.”
The men at his table nodded without ceasing conversation.
Cassandra walked over to Tristan’s table with long-legged strides. When she came parallel to him, she looked at Tristan’s profile.
He turned. Her eyes widened. She whipped around, blonde waves flying behind her. Tristan clamp down on her forearm.
Swinging around, she head-butted him once, twice. Releasing her arm, Tristan stood, his look incredulous.
One of the Naylor agents fired his gun at Tristan. He dove under the table, along with everyone else in the place. Loki barked from behind the bar. D.I.R.E. Agent Gonzales pulled his gun on the Naylor men just as D.I.R.E. Agent Young pointed his gun at them, too.
Cassandra ran for the back door, knocking down David when he blocked her path. Tristan took chase, Aidan following. Hitting the bright sunlight, she paused a second before running around the side of the building. Tristan and Aidan split up, chasing her to the front parking lot. The woman could run, even in heels.
He and Tristan met in the front just as she jumped into the driver’s seat of a dark sedan. Starting it up, she gunned it just as Aidan reached the car. Slamming down his hands on the hood, he unleashed electricity through his gloves, the veins glowing bright copper. Bolts of lightning streaked through the hood and the surrounding air, arcing and zapping around him. Cassandra pushed back in the seat, her eyes wide like saucers.
The car died in seconds, smoke billowing from under the hood. Rushing around the side, he opened the driver’s door.
“Hurry, in case the car catches fire.” He held out his hand.
She stared up at him, bug-eyed, her mouth agape. When she made no move to get out, he grabbed her hand. Electricity backfired in his
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