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he’d confessed to her during their last session that he wanted out of undercover work. He was ready for a real life and some fucking stability for a change. Maybe even a relationship. His mind wandered to the hotel manager and his fingers curled around his glass in a tight grip. He couldn’t wait to see her again.
    â€œHey, Joey, your ex just walked in.”
    Damien’s curiosity got the better of him and he turned to where the gazes of the two men had zeroed in on a couple of women with their backs turned, making their way toward the bar. Beside him, Joey set the pool cue down on the felt table and took a long pull from his beer, his eyes glazing over as he stared. Seedy sons of bitches like Joey were part of the reason why Damien was itching to get out of undercover work. He almost felt sorry for any woman unfortunate enough to get his attention, but then again, considering the type of guy Joey was, Damien assumed his ex couldn’t be that much classier.
    â€œDamn, dude. Tabs still has a fine ass. I can’t believe you’re not hittin’ that anymore.”
    Damien cast a quick glance at Joey’s friend. He was a class act.
    â€œBitch is more trouble than she’s worth,” Joey replied. “But she does have a fine ass.”
    The ogling was beginning to make Damien feel more than a little uncomfortable. He liked to admire a beautiful woman as much as the next guy, but Joey and his buddy were simply leering. Nasty.
    â€œSo get this.” Joey leaned in conspiratorially. God, Damien hoped the dude wasn’t about to tell him some kinky sex story. “Tabs works at this hotel a few blocks from here. Before we broke up, I got her to let me use a suite on the weekends to do business out of. I can move twice the product with no nosy-ass neighbors wondering why there’s always so many cars parked at my place. Plus, I’m not shitting where I eat. The cops aren’t going to ever find anything at my place, so I’m clean. Sweet setup, right?”
    Yeah, it was. Which proved that Joey wasn’t quite as stupid as Damien had initially given him credit for and that he was definitely the guy he’d been looking for. “If your name is on the registry, the cops can trace you that way, though.”
    â€œI got that covered, too. I use the name of a fake roofing company and I only pay cash. Tabs is the assistant manager, so she handles the reservations and she can cover my tracks if I need her to. I’m telling you, man, it’s fucking brilliant. I’m bringing in twice as much coin as I used to.”
    Well, Damien’s opinion of Joey’s ex just dropped another ten points. “All it takes is a nosy guest or a too-loud customer to bring a hell storm down on you, though.”
    â€œTruth,” Joey remarked. He turned his attention back to the pool table and picked up his cue stick to break. “I don’t dick around with my clientele. You can’t keep your shit straight, I don’t sell to you. Period. Plus, no one is allowed to use on the property. They’ve got to take that shit somewhere else. Tabs is trained. If anyone complains, she comps them a free night or some shit to make them happy.”
    Joey’s friend butted in. “Yeah, until she graduates and quits that place.”
    â€œShe’s not allowed to quit and she knows it. Besides, at the rate she’s going, she’s not gonna graduate for another year or more.”
    The smart-ass yukked it up from the other side of the table and Damien made it a point to get the guy’s last name. He’d be running a background check on his ass the first chance he got. “You worried that her boss might catch on?”
    â€œNot really. My crew always comes in when she’s on shift. When we check out in the morning, my guys are dressed like they’re ready to hit a job site. My roofing company”—he waggled his brows—“is a regular customer