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Idle Hands vs. Eddison Sharp
“Your point?” She covered her eyes so they didn’t try to roll completely out of her head.
“I’m saying this competition has a reputation to maintain, Riley.”
“No worries, Eddison. The Devil's Playground is going to blow the doors off the place.” She smirked. “Metaphorically speaking. Installation of explosives would be a severe violation of the weaponization prohibition clause.”
“You will not be competing.”
“Yeah, so you keep saying. Small issue.” She spread her hands. “You have zero authority to withdraw us from the contest.”
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Slowly, he cupped her jaw, hovering his lips over hers. He felt her breath catch, pupils blowing wide as her pulse thundered under the pad of his thumb. “You won’t miss this?”
“Will…” she breathed. Her eyes slid closed.
Feathering his mouth across her cheek, he whispered in her ear, “You think there’s a combination other than you and me out there that’ll feel like this?”
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Riley Quin & Sam ???
“Sorry, sweetheart.” His voice softened to
a sandpaper rasp. “But I’m not looking for a ‘date’ tonight.”
A man shouldn’t sound so auditorily
pleasant while implying she was a prostitute.
Bringing up his profile picture on her
phone, Riley flashed the screen at the Fed and cleared her suddenly dry throat.
“Maybe the wrong car. But you’re not the wrong guy.”
The man sighed, leaning back against his
seat. His hand dragged slowly across his chest, and she realized he’d had it on
his holstered weapon. She swallowed. Crossing his arms, he shook his head.
“Hello, Ms. Quinn.”
She blinked. “Gotta tell you, Mr.
Fed—using someone’s name before you’re introduced is a little creepy. Smacks of
intelligence agent.”
“The woman who climbed into my car
uninvited to show me a picture of myself is lecturing me on creepiness?”
“Point taken.” She shrugged. “So, what’s your
name?”
“Call me Sam.”
“Sure. What’s your name, Sam?”
His lips twitched. “Why aren’t you with
your friends?”
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Idle Hands vs. Eddison Sharp
“Your point?” She covered her eyes so they didn’t try to roll completely out of her head.
“I’m saying this competition has a reputation to maintain, Riley.”
“No worries, Eddison. The Devil's Playground is going to blow the doors off the place.” She smirked. “Metaphorically speaking. Installation of explosives would be a severe violation of the weaponization prohibition clause.”
“You will not be competing.”
“Yeah, so you keep saying. Small issue.” She spread her hands. “You have zero authority to withdraw us from the contest.”
Faith Barron & William Cash
Slowly, he cupped her jaw, hovering his lips over hers. He felt her breath catch, pupils blowing wide as her pulse thundered under the pad of his thumb. “You won’t miss this?”
“Will…” she breathed. Her eyes slid closed.
Feathering his mouth across her cheek, he whispered in her ear, “You think there’s a combination other than you and me out there that’ll feel like this?”
Colt Barron & Alexander Cash
Riley Quin & Sam ???
“Sorry, sweetheart.” His voice softened to a sandpaper rasp. “But I’m not looking for a ‘date’ tonight.”
A man shouldn’t sound so auditorily pleasant while implying she was a prostitute.
Bringing up his profile picture on her phone, Riley flashed the screen at the Fed and cleared her suddenly dry throat. “Maybe the wrong car. But you’re not the wrong guy.”
The man sighed, leaning back against his seat. His hand dragged slowly across his chest, and she realized he’d had it on his holstered weapon. She swallowed. Crossing his arms, he shook his head.
“Hello, Ms. Quinn.”
She blinked. “Gotta tell you, Mr. Fed—using someone’s name before you’re introduced is a little creepy. Smacks of intelligence agent.”
“The woman who climbed into my car uninvited to show me a picture of myself is lecturing me on creepiness?”
“Point taken.” She shrugged. “So, what’s your name?”
“Call me Sam.”
“Sure. What’s your name, Sam?”
His lips twitched. “Why aren’t you with your friends?”
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