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there. And the IdaHaven treats their regulars really well.”
    Damien’s heart stuttered mid-beat and his breath stalled out. Damn it . “Did you say the IdaHaven? Dude, I stayed there last fucking week. Crazy.”
    â€œYou really ought to see the operation in action, man,” the friend—Tony something—piped in again. “It’s a thing of beauty.”
    â€œI’d like that.” The words left his mouth mechanically, but Damien was already scanning the crowd for the woman Joey had identified as his ex.
    â€œI bet you would.” Joey smirked before turning to his buddy. “Hey, jackass, it’s your turn. What in the hell are you waiting for?”
    Damien all but ignored the game as his gaze found a petite blonde with a crooked bobbed haircut. Tabs. Tabitha. Obviously a nickname for the hotel manager he’d met a week ago. Disappointment soured his stomach at the realization that not only had his first impression of her been wrong, but that she was an accessory to a crime. Granted, his only interaction with her had been that one time, but he’d felt a connection. And that didn’t happen to Damien often. He tipped back his glass and drained the fresh 7 and 7 in a couple of guzzles. What had he expected? He was on assignment, for fuck’s sake. It’s not like he had time for dating, and even if he had, no woman in her right mind wanted damaged goods like him. He’d straddled the line between criminal and cop for far too long. And now, there was nowhere he fit in, and no one with whom he truly belonged.
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    â€œIs Joey still staring at us?” Tabitha sat with her head bowed, allowing the short strands of her hair to curtain her face. “I swear to God, Lila, if he doesn’t leave pretty soon, I’m out of here.”
    â€œRelax.” Lila grabbed her gin and tonic as well as Tabitha’s vodka soda and pulled her friend away from the bar and closer to the dance floor. “If he looks this way again, I will kick that sick bastard square in his nuts. That’ll get him out the door.”
    Tabitha chanced a quick look behind her at Joey and his friend Tony, who’d gone back to playing pool. Her step faltered as her gaze landed on the hulking form of Damien Evans, the star of her dreams and her every waking fantasy for the past week. Her heart took a nosedive into her stomach and a burst of anxious energy dumped into her bloodstream. She’d recognized him in an instant, her body perking up like a flower under the sun at the sight of him. But her reaction withered the moment realization sunk in. If he was hanging out with Joey and Tony, Damien was definitely up to no good. What was wrong with her? She was a total loser magnet. If she was attracted to a man, you could bet he had a criminal record—or was at least on the road to having one. And the worst part of seeing him with Joey wasn’t that it proved he was just another slimeball. It was that he didn’t look even a little out of place. In fact, with his bulky frame, tattoos, and the deep, serious crease marring his brow, he gave off the vibe that he was an even higher level of criminal than Joey and his idiot friend, which was saying something.
    Most of Joey’s friends made Tabitha’s lip curl when they walked into the room. As though all of the showers in the world could do nothing to wash the layer of slime and nastiness from their bodies. Despite his rough exterior, Damien lacked that oily, clingy dark aura. Tabitha reconsidered her earlier assessment of him. It wasn’t that Damien appeared to be the most seasoned criminal of the group. Rather, he was without a doubt the most dangerous-looking man she’d ever laid eyes on.
    And why did that make her heart beat a little faster? Heat the blood in her veins? Why in God’s name would that turn her on even a little? There was clearly something seriously wrong with her. Tabitha suspected that