Whit turned away from her as he listened to the voice on the phone. When he turned back around, his mischievous grin held no joy. He closed the phone and tossed it back on the table next to the small, black notebook.

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“Nick, where are you, Man? You are supposed to be here,” Junior replied, a slight edge to his voice.
“I’m stuck… in a closet… in a girl’s bedroom. Her parents came home, and I was up here. I can’t get out until they go to sleep.”
Junior started laughing. “Window?”
“Her room is on the second floor and there are some nasty bushes down there. Trust me, I thought about that option.”

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She looked up and saw Cory giving her a thumbs-up. He might have been more subtle with a flashing neon sign, she thought. He was standing, leaning over the rail, pumping his arm. She glanced back and Ridiculously Handsome was looking right at him… then at her. She felt the heat prickle into her face as she blushed. Mr. Handsome smiled at her.

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She struggled to get her feet under her again, between the embarrassment, the arak and the fluster, she had lost all coordination. He set down the napkin and then, with both hands, lifted her and set her down on her feet.

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If you like reading about Gunny and his crew, check out the other Dixon-Prince series books, Planning Vengeance, Dig Two Graves, You Don’t Know Jack and Who, What, When, Why? on Amazon. All of them are available on Kindle Unlimited, or for purchase.

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