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want a beer?”
    “No,” I said, watching as he opened up the refrigerator again and pulled out a bottle of light beer. He untwisted the top and took a long swig, then went back over to the table and sat back down.
    “Are you going to answer my question, or what?” I asked, getting angrier by the minute. Obviously, he wasn’t at all concerned with my presence.
    “Oh. Yeah, sorry. We needed to talk. That’s why I’m glad you’re here. I’m just wondering why you came to me.”
    “I’m sure it’s obvious.”
    He grunted. “Obvious? No. Nothing a woman does is ‘obvious’.”
    “I might not be obvious but you’re certainly typical.”
    Justin scowled. “What is that supposed to mean?”
    “Isn’t it obvious ?” I said, sarcasm dripping from my tongue. “You’re a chauvinistic pig. I guess that seems to be pretty ‘typical’ of guys like you who hang out in biker gangs.”
    “I’m not in a biker gang. I belong to a motorcycle club.”
    I rolled my eyes. “Funny how you’re only really correcting me on the latter part of my statement.”
    His eyes glittered. “I’ll be the first to admit, I think women are at their best in the bedroom, in the kitchen –”
    I shook my head. “You’re truly an asshole.”
    He raised his hand. “You didn’t let me finish. I was going to add that you’re also great in the laundry room, the grocery store, and… oh yeah. Restaurants. You don’t see very many guys changing diapers in the men’s room.”
    “Unbelievable.”
    Justin laughed. “You can’t honestly think that I’d admit to feeling that way if I really did?”
    I rubbed my temple. “What I’m thinking right now is that I should just shoot you in the mouth so you’ll stop running it.”
    “Is that why you’re here? To shoot me?”
    “Maybe.”
    “No. I don’t think so.” His face became serious as he studied mine. “If you wanted me dead, you’d have done it by now.”
    I wasn’t sure what I wanted anymore. “Why were you at Sal’s tonight?” I asked, changing the subject.
    “I was looking for you,” he said, biting into his burger.
    “And you found me. I guess it’s good that I didn’t accept that date from you. I’d probably be dead by now.”
    He finished chewing and answered. “I’m not interested in killing you.”
    Right , I thought. “What do you want from me?”
    “Information. I need to know where your brother, Cole, is.”
    My eyes widened. “My brother? Why?”
    “He can lead me to the person who killed my old man. Did he tell you anything about the shooter?”
    My heart pounded loudly in my chest. I was sure he could hear it. “I… no. He didn’t.”
    “Look, because I like you and Sal has enough shit to worry about, I’ll let Cole live if he gives up the name of the shooter. So call him or give me an address for the little shit.”
    He didn’t know it was me. Otherwise, I’d be dead right now.
    “Sal has enough shit to worry about?” I repeated. “What do you know about Sal’s problems?”
    “I ran into him tonight. He mentioned a few things during the conversation.”
    “I didn’t know you were friends.”
    “We aren’t. So, are you going to answer my question? Where’s your brother?”
    I let out a ragged breath. It was time to get this over with. “You don’t need Cole to tell you who killed Slammer.”
    His eyes narrowed. “You know who it was?”
    Before I could confess and let him know why I’d killed his old man, we heard the rumble of several motorcycles approaching.
    Fuck!
    “You expecting someone?”
    “No, but that doesn’t mean anything,” he said, standing up. “My brothers are always showing up all hours of the night.”
    I backed toward the door leading to the living room. I needed to get out of there.
    “Relax and put the gun down. Nobody has to know that you were here threatening me.”
    As I was about to answer, gunfire broke out in front of the house. Swearing, Justin flew toward me and the next thing I knew, we