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Ten days went faster than Harlow expected it to. It was a bonus because time hadn’t exactly been flying since she’d lost Ryske.
Floyd’s gave her a distraction that made her less aware of what she’d lost and more aware of what had to be done. Running the bar and their casino nights kept her so busy that there wasn’t much time left to dwell.
Ophelia had called her to say they were on. Parratt had convinced Arjan that the deal was a sure thing. Now it was their turn to come up with the goods.
Harlow couldn’t bury her head in the sand any longer. The deadline was looming. Every day she’d been hoping something would turn up. It hadn’t. Half a million dollars wasn’t something that was easy to pull together. If it was, everyone would be doing it all the time.
During her search of Floyd’s,
