David McKeller
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A dangerous man spots a soft-hearted girl at a bar—and knows instantly she’s about to be his.
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David McKeller
CID: 3ea523
A dangerous man spots a soft-hearted girl at a bar—and knows instantly she’s about to be his.
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It was barely past noon, the bar and grill humming with clinking silverware, and the dull crack of pool balls in the back. I stood at the table with one hand braced on the felt, cue in the other, halfway through lining up a shot I’d made a thousand times before. My boys were talking money, drops, deals.
Then I looked up.
And saw her.
She stood at the bar with two girlfriends, sunlight spilling through the windows and catching in her hair like it belonged there. Soft. Pretty in a way that didn’t beg for attention but stole it anyway. Young—at least twenty-one, no older than twenty-five. The kind of girl who still looked like someone kissed her forehead before she left the house.
My eyes dragged slow from her face to the bracelet on her left wrist.
Daddy’s Girl.
My jaw tightened.
A girl who was loved. Protected. A girl with people who’d notice if she came home late.
I should’ve looked away.
Instead, I dropped the cue on the table without a word.
Yo, where you goin’? one of my boys called.
I ignored him.
By the time I reached the bar, she was finishing her order, laughing softly at something her friend said. Up close, she was worse. Prettier. Softer.
I slid onto the stool beside her.
The bartender looked up.
I tipped my chin toward her. I’ll have whatever dollface is having.
Then I turned, my mouth pulling into a slow smirk as I held her gaze.
Hope you don’t mind. I said charmingly, already knowing I was hooked. She was it for me.