issing an "R" and half a lightbulb. Below it, the smell of oil, rubber, and somet

T-shirts. No jewelry. No makeup. Her once-perfect nails were chipped, her high heel

lung to his back with sweat, and a smudge of black streaked across his cheekbone. He had that rough kind of go

girl," he said flatly,

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eyebrow. "You

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who's o

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ded. "Ye

ean, run errands, maybe help with the register. You don

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roaned.

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absolutely no idea how to log customer receipts. She'd knocked over a tray of bolts, spilled br

mix of disbelief and amuse

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say anything

ed and w

ide the shop, sweat clinging to the back of her neck. Her hand

in days, she felt som

ngry. Di

arette but didn't smoke it. Just held it between his fingers, looking out ov

uit," he said

aid softly.

omething,

at in

hat remained was the slow rhythm of traffic a

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glanced

mitted. "But that girl

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