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She shiht on her feet, she twisted around and backed out ass first, bracing herself so that she could stand
“Criminy,” she cursed
She locked the door, turned around and startled There in front, having appeared out of nowhere, was the guy
“Wow,” she said because he just stood there mutely
He nodded Both of theish, side-swe
pt hair that cut across piercing blue eyes In her ridiculous high-heeled shoes, they were practically the saht That meant, that minus four inches, he was close to six feet tall His ed from the sleeves of his tattered black T-shirt It was odd to her that a fit person would smoke That a rocker wouldn’t have ink
“Weren’t you the guy co late?” She pointed to the door “Aren’t you supposed to be out there?” she asked defensively
“Why?” he countered coolly, his dark eyes sweeping the length of her “The better show is out here”
He lit a cigarette Ordinarily she didn’t like the habit But the iht it, with a backsplash of alley brick while the security light spilled on them, was undeniably sexy
Someone else stepped out into the alley He looked like a rock peacock dressed in black with a splash of blue He strutted like one as he approached Cara
“Well, what have we got here?” he practically sang as he checked her out “Don’t you look adorable Is she dessert?”
“Hey, Jay,” the handsorumbled “Lay off She’s just here to see the show”
“Aren’t they all?” asked the peacock “Does that outfit come with knee socks or knee pads?”
“Jay…” warned the guy
“Who are you with, sweet thing?” asked Jay
“She’s here with Touy said
Jay snorted, “Does To bad wolf?”
Jay turned toward her “You knoho you’re s with, don’t you?”
“I’,” Cara countered
“Don’t blame you It’s a filthy habit,” said Jay “But souy “This is David Hansen, Original David, not to be confused with that other dru David of the Pacific Northwest”
“You’re a drummer?” she asked
She didn’t think it was a bad question, but Jay howled
“She doesn’t even knoho you are” He laughed
David clutched Jay’s neck His hand struck with viper swiftness The led for breath