Fourteen Years Later All he wanted to do was make a clean getaway. But Dan Gallagher knew the minute he stepped out of the Bullet Catchers' headquarters that this exit would be anything but clean. Leaning against his Maserati was the one person who wouldn't let him get away with anything. "Slinking out so soon?" Max asked, crossing his arms over his massive chest, his hair still sweaty from the company touch football game. "Slinking is generally done through the back door, Roper. I'm going out the way I came in." Max narrowed dark eyes at Dan. "Out for good?" "Out for now." "You're crushed." ... |
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