Chapter 1-4
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“I can see you doubt me,” Dave said, somber for once. “It’s written all over that stunning face.”
Wren shifted uncomfortably on his stool. “It’s not that,” he lied. “I’m just so, so tired. And it’s been a rotten day. It’s all catchin’ up with me, you know?”
Dave nodded, picking his card up from the bar, and pressed it into Wren’s hand. “Well, you think about what we’ve talked about. And please, hang on to the card for a while. You may find that you want to give me a call after all.” He leaned closer. “There’s no obligation to talk further, Wren, or I can more fully outline your options. Will you do me the favor of at least thinking things over?”
“Sure.” Wren nodded, getting down unsteadily from the stool. “I’ll give you a call if I’m interested.”
“You do that.”
Wren started to walk away, but Dave grabbed him by the wrist. Their eyes met.
Dave said, “You won’t be sorry.”
Wren smiled and walked out of Tricks.
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