yee: eager, a little clumsy, and endlessly cheerful. She learned the menu,

er first day. He pointedly warned her away from two areas. "The kitchen's back door is for deliveries only

, naive smile. His warning was as good as

oster, a young barista with floppy hair and a crush

pliment on his latte art there. An "accidental" brush of he

her around like a puppy, offering to cover her tabl

She expertly used her marriage as both a shield and a lure, painting a picture of a sweet girl trapp

l workouts that left his muscles screaming and his skin slick

nesday, on a new burner

ack Escalade waiting. Keys are on the dash. You drive it to the old Miller far

ut?" Damon asked

Cash. When th

te, identifying every traffic camera, every potential choke point, every

tion "Night Owl" is a go. Friday, Pier 3. Requesting

d cheap red wine, the air in the apar

n asked, swirling th

ristas. He's nice, but... a little too friendly, you know?" She was laying the ground

plate. His brow furrowed. "I to

nt," she said, forcing a laugh. "What a

onse, but the displeasu

of pasta on her fork. "Mr. Sullivan wants me to help with inventory." In re

m the shop and I are going out for beers Friday. Proba

o expert liars locked in a dance of deception,

ind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chi

ple warning from a husband to his wife. But for a fleeting moment, they

m, her hands still in the

ey just didn't know it would be the night their ca

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