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he actually nodded along and listened, which earned the man a good point in calhoun’s book. perhaps she had judged the man too quickly even if he definitely was some form of sleaze, but maybe he was slightly more harmless than she had originally judged her. only time would tell. leaning forward on her elbows as he sat down she looked him up and down when he told her his name, jake. ah. she had heard that name before. the name merging with the face slowly until they fit. so this was the man who kept hitting on bianca gabor and every other female on the planet. “ –– Calhoun, ” direct to the point and nodding in greeting she didn’t tell him her first name, she never did. “ so you’re t h e jake rogers. interesting, ” she smirked slightly. “ and you’re considering the police academy and a motorbike, or did you use those as props for conversation ? ”
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Calhoun, huh. That could be a first name, if a strange one, but she seemed like a last-name kind of person, so that was probably the case. His eyebrows shot up at her emphasis on the. “Oh, so you’ve heard of me?” His own smirk partially returned, but his eye twitched; he wasn’t sure if her having some inkling of his reputation should make him smug or terrified. Maybe both. “The bike thing was mostly for conversation, but I was serious about the cop part.” He conveniently left out the part where he’d been rejected several times now for his loose-cannon tendencies, but he didn’t feel like that needed to get brought up.



















