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He’d walked in like he had a purpose, though. Now he sat cloaked in all that shadow and manliness. It was unnerving. He was unnerving. And he’d been watching her since he’d come in.
She knew because she’d been watching him back.
“What does it matter if he’s a cop?” she asked Reece, trying not to look at the man again. “We’re not breaking the law. We’re serving food and drinks, just like it says we do on the front door. I’ve been checking IDs. Don’t worry about him.”
“I’m not worried,” Reece snapped.
“Then why are you biting my head off?” She grabbed his sleeve when he would have turned away. “Seriously. What’s up? What’s the matter?”
Her brother glanced at the man again before he searched Roxanne’s face as if seeking understanding. But she didn’t get what he wanted her to understand. In all honesty, it had been a long time since she’d been on the same page with her twin. Not since the accident.
“Nothing’s going on,” Reece said at last. “I just want to get the fuck out of here.”
With that, he filled his cup and went back to the kitchen. A few seconds later, she heard him slamming things around and cursing loud enough that Jim and Sal, regulars who could be found at their bar most any night, could hear him. The two men exchanged glances but said nothing.
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