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When he pulled into his driveway, he was surprised to see a car already sitting there.
Ben hated surprises.
A familiar woman leaned against the door of the little sedan. Sleeves of tattoos going up each arm. A nose piercing. She eyed him as he drove up and parked.
As he got out of his truck and walked over to her, he realized where he'd seen her before. It was the blond woman he’d seen coming out of Pawndemonium yesterday. Still attractive, still looking tired as hell, like she hadn't been taking care of herself. She carried a sweet scent that he vaguely recognized, but couldn't quite place.
His first impulse was to ask her what the fuck she was doing here, but then he remembered he was trying to be nicer. "Can I help you with something?" he asked.
"Yeah." She stood up straight and unfolded her inked-up arms. "I need to talk to Chase."
There was that sneaky fucker grief, again. This time it didn't whap him on the head, it kicked him straight in the gut.
"You can't," he said. "Sorry."
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