“So this is the b***h Preston swears by?” the scruffy looking man growled. His longish dark hair was all askew and looked like it hadn’t been combed or brushed in quite a while. His hands and face were dirty and his eyes were red. It looked like he’d been digging through ashes.
Cameron immediately bristled but tried to keep her reactions from him.
“This is Cameron,” Neil answered. “One of our best customers.”
The man studied her. “For how long?”
Neil shook his head. “About two months or so,” was his answer.
Cam shifted her weight. She appeared to be a little miffed that he was questioning her. She held her hand out to shake his. “Cameron Andrews,” she said. He looked at her outstretched hand but ignored it. Cam withdrew her hand.
“Rosie checked her out. She’s okay.”
Ken studied her
