KatieI paced nervously back and forth inside of The Coffee Shack waiting for Anna. Deacon was standing guard outside not even trying to look discreet. He had one hand clapped to the gun holster at his side, and he was prowling around like he owned the place. I licked my dry lips as he crossed from one corner of the street to the other.
“Hi!” I turned around to see Anna standing there, breathless and holding about a million packages. She set them down on the floor, then cried cramming them under the table where I’d sat with my most recent designer handbag purchase.
“Hi,” I said. “How are you?”
Anna frowned. She wiped her hand against her forehead and sighed. Her brown hair was tied back in a messy ponytail, and the only makeup she wore was a swipe of terracotta lipstick on her mouth.
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