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Chapter 12: Nikki

I stepped past him and then put my back to the brick so I could see the corner where Sam would stop. He turned to face me, pinning me with the same heated stare we'd shared inside. Clearly, he didn't get that I wasn't interested in whatever he was peddling.

"I don't do drugs," I informed him. Leaving the emotion out of my tone kept the needed distance between us.

The son of a bitch smirked. "Neither do I."

I rolled my eyes. "Sure you don't." I believed that almost as much as I believe in Santa Claus or the Tooth Fairy.

He crossed his heart and held up three fingers like he was some sort of modern-day fucking Boy Scout. "Never touched the stuff."

It was easier to remain aloof if I wasn't lost in his brown eyes. I let my gaze linger on the stop sign where Sam should have been waiting. "Probably best in your line of work."

"Yeah, mechanics and narcotics don't mix." He snickered. "Heavy equipment, moving parts, and all that jazz. My cat-like reflexes would be dulled, and I'm n
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