Cooper worked the day shift, and I burrowed down with my face buried in my book. Twenty minutes in, and it was just getting to a good part when someone stopped in front of me.
“Well, look at that.” A man covered head to toe in tattoos pulled out a chair and sat across the table from me. If Cooper wasn’t at the bar, I might have shouted for help. He was a very big, scary guy. “Did you know most of that story is true?”
“What is?” Somehow, I found my voice.
He reached over and tapped my book. “Their story. The author did a good job of keeping to the truth.”
“You know them?” I couldn’t help but wonder who the hell I was sitting across from.
“I do.” He leaned back and held my gaze. “I worked under Cole for years. He’s a great guy. He and Savannah are very happy.”
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