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before she answered. “Midtown Marie’s.”
    “Marie, this is Julie.”
    “You get home okay?”
    “Yes, thanks.” She reached down deep for her courage. “Listen, I was wondering... do you still need another waitress?”
    “Of course!”
    Marie sounded elated. Julie wished she could feel the same enthusiasm. “Good. Because I need a job
now
.”
    “Why don’t you start tonight? Get on over here, girl, and we’ll start your training.”
    Julie thanked her friend and ended the call.
    So she’d never been a waitress.
    How bad could it be?

 
     

Chapter Four
    Midtown Marie’s
    Friday, June 26, 9:45 p.m.
    Three days
. Blake reached for the beer he’d been nursing for the past two hours. He’d been watching Julie Barton twenty-four hours a day for the past three days. So far, she’d had no in-person contact with her estranged husband. Based on the snippets of conversation he’d overheard between her and the sports bar owner, Julie had apparently discovered what a lowlife scumbag he was. She’d confronted him and moved out. Blake had checked with his sources and picked up a few facts on Julie Barton.
    She and her friend had grown up in the Birmingham area. After high school, Julie had gone to the University of Alabama while her friend had gotten married and moved to Mobile. Julie lost her parents while she was in college so when she graduated she joined Marie here and ended up married to the younger Barton brother.
    Blake was reserving judgment at this point, but if he had to make a call on the information he had at the moment—Julie wasn’t like her husband. She was naïve and vulnerable. The victim of a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
    Blake downed the warm beer, and then cursed himself. He’d had the woman under surveillance again for barely seventy-two hours and already he was getting overly protective again. She was no damsel in distress. Hell, she’d been married to one of the Barton brothers for three and a half years. She couldn’t be as innocent as she appeared… as innocent as he wanted to believe. In some bizarre twist of fate, Blake was attracted to her. How screwed up was that?
    His personal feelings were irrelevant. Making Randall Barton pay for what he had done was all that mattered. If he had to use Julie, innocent or not, to make that happen, so be it. The real question was whether she knew anything that would bring the Barton crime syndicate down. He doubted it. If she did, she wouldn’t be living in some low-rent apartment and working in this bar. She would be
dead
. That was one thing Blake knew with complete certainty. Still, she was a wild card. The Barton brothers rarely gave up anything they considered their property.
    Julie Barton didn’t wear the same denim mini skirt the other waitresses wore. Instead, tight jeans molded to her petite figure. The white t-shirt with the sports bar logo emblazoned across her breasts was tucked in, accentuating her tiny waist and gently curving hips. She wore strappy little sandals that showed off her snazzy pink toenail polish. Her long blond hair was in a messy braid that begged to be undone. The hard-on he’d been dealing with from the moment he fixed his attention on her had him ready to claw the damned table with frustration. Every move she made had him wanting to strip her down to all that creamy smooth skin and drive into her until she screamed his name over and over.
    He gritted his teeth and hated himself a little more for becoming infatuated with the woman. Just thinking about her had him fighting for sleep on the rare occasions he allowed himself any down time. He wanted her bad.
    If he were smart, he’d get as far away from her as possible. He’d known what he needed to do a couple months ago when he’d stopped watching her. Regrettably, that was no longer an option. For now, this was his best bet for finding a way in and he would find a way in. Fury tightened his gut. Whatever it took.
    His cell vibrated on the table.
    Steve Lutz
.