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I may need to change my club’s image if aging Casanovas like Donald Luff think it’s the place to go.” Richie held the car door open for Rebecca.
“Big Caesar’s image is just fine,” Rebecca said as she got into the passenger seat. “Better than fine.”
He could see the turmoil she felt over him using old-fashioned manners with her, as if a part of her thought she should pull her own damn door shut, but another enjoyed the lady-like treatment. She’d once confessed that it was tiring to always have to act like a ball-busting cop, but that it was necessary in her position.
She let him shut the door.
“Where to now?” he said as he got into the driver’s seat.
She met his gaze a moment, then looked away. “Somewhere we can talk.”
“Sounds serious.”
She faced forward. “Hard to know.”
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