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After a couple of drinks, Harlow figured out that Costello wasn’t going to talk to her at the bar. There were too many people around there. It was easy to get drawn into conversation with others. Everyone seemed to want to talk about her time in jail or to Costello about their workout.
Getting him away from the busy spot, Harlow took him to a table in the corner.
“What are we doing over here?” he asked when she pushed him into the corner and sat down beside him.
“We need privacy.”
“Do we?”
Costello had made his gym his life. Not only was he good at what he did, he was a great advertisement for it too. His father was some martial arts guru, and had trained Costello from a young age. The tough guy wasn’t all muscle without substance; he had a solid, decent personality.
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