Chapter 3

Liam watched her bolt out of the site, petite and determined, with her long black hair swinging to and fro. He sunk back into the chair and sucked in a hard breath. The pain slowly let out. Problem was, he’d been working through the last two weekends, and he hadn’t had a good night sleep in a while. He had to admit he needed to rest.

A twenty-seven hour nap will do nicely, thank you.

When he heard Netty blowing her horn, Liam managed to get to his feet and stagger out of the trailer. He found Ted leaning into Netty’s truck window, enjoying the view of her cleavage.

Liam climbed into the passenger seat. “I’m sorry ‘bout leaving so early,” he said to Ted.

“We meet back here tomorrow at eight o’clock sharp. You, me, and the pencil pushers. Meanwhile, I’m leaving you in good hands.” Ted gave Netty a quick look.

Netty put the truck in gear and turned to Liam. “Okay, let’s go dancing.”

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On the way to Liam’s east-end modest home, Netty had the radio on full blast.