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It was just suppose to be another night. Another night in Jerusalem before Avi was suppose to meet up with the tour group she was guiding over the course of the next few weeks. Everyone was suppose to meet up at the Three Arches Hotel, having arranged transportation for anyone who wanted it from the airport in Tel Aviv to the capital. And according to her information, pretty much all of the travelers were on their way in some airplane right now. There were a few who made it early and opted to stay in Tel Aviv for the night. At least, thatâs what she was told. She knew it was likely for a few travelers to already be in the country without telling her yet.
But for some reason, that hadnât crossed her mind the moment she saw him at the club.
He was an American. That much she could figure out from the second he came into her view. Yet Avigail didnât try to figure out whether or not he was someone she was meant to guide over the next few weeks. No, all she thought about was that she wanted him. And she was going to make her moveâonly, she was going to play coy in the mean time. âI wouldnât do that if I were you.â Sliding in on the stool next to the available one right beside him, she glanced over at the man. She nodded towards the nearby bartender. Secretly a friend of hers who knew, and fully supported, her schemes. âYossi here is notorious for pulling pranks on tourists. You take him up on one of his drinking games and you are sure to wake up three days from now in the Old City streets, robbed blind and butt-naked.â
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There were only so many years that a man like him could sit trapped within the state lines of Colorado. Heâd ventured out from time to time to get a taste of the States around, but nothing had satisfied him in the way that leaving the Country had. From the moment his flight took off from JFK, to the moment he touched down in Tel-Aviv, excitement flooded in his system. He was no longer the problemed Williams boy from outside of the city limits; he could be whoever the hell he wanted to be. It wasnât that he wanted to con anyone into thinking he was something he wasnât, but for once, no one would look at him and think about the ways heâd failed time after time.
However, they would look at him and notice that he wasnât a native to any place nearby. Heâd taken the tips of other travels and opted to keep his head low while he did the one thing he understood best. Unfamiliar with many of the bottles behind the bar, heâd ordered the same drink that the person nearest to him had and hoped that it would offer the burn he loved so much all the way down to the pit of his stomach.
A grin slipped onto his mouth as he turned towards the voice at his side. Had he done something wrong? âWhat would you suggest?â A quiet chuckle was pulled from his throat and fell into the air between them, tone raspy as gaze fell on hers. âFear not, I wasnât looking to play any drinking games tonight. Iâm just looking for a couple of drinks.â He could handle the naked part, but being robbed? He wasnât working with much to begin with and if he needed more, his mother would order him home rather than support him. âHow did you know I was a tourist?â It was obvious, but maybe if she gave him tips, heâd be able to make it a little less so.












