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Chapter 3
The pub was in a shopping plaza and Ian decided had an even bigger parking lot than the motel. Taren chose a spot farthest from the building entrance and one that was visible from the patio. There was a decent crowd, but Ian saw a few empty tables. “It doesn’t look like we’ll have much of a wait,” Taren said as he opened Ian’s car door and motioned Ian out. They walked side by side, arms and hands brushing but no other contact. Most people wouldn’t harass Taren even if they didn’t know he was a cop, but if they were in an area they didn’t know they kept outward displays toned down. What happened to Ian that was out of sight was another story. The prospect sent a tingle down his back and gooseflesh pimpled his skin that had nothing to do with the now still massager. A few people milled a
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