Wes was leaning against the back alley wall of the Cadentina, enjoying being out in the cold air instead of in the restaurant. Even being in the Air Force hadn’t prepared him for abuse from customers or the fact that it got more claustrophobic in a big building than it did in a fighter jet. Maybe he was just a mess.
As he raked a hand through his dark hair, the alley door opened, and he was graced with company. “How’s it goin’, Boss?”
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