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He wasn’t exactly what she’d been looking for. But she guessed he’d have to do. She didn’t have all that much time. He had a nice face and friendly eyes. He didn’t appear to be a rough character, the type she’d always been fortunate enough not to pick, so she might as well take her usual gamble.
Bonita Cordell boldly gazed into the mirror behind the bar and met the reflected eyes. She let a little smile play about her full lips, feeling a surge of excitement when the man accepted her silent invitation. If all went well, she’d soon be having what she’d been wanting all day.
Smiling broadly, he brought his drink over, then asked the expected question while still standing. She told him that she didn’t care for another drink, he slipped into the booth opposite her, and the little wrinkles around his eyes told her that he was even older than she’d thought.
“My name’s Bonita, and I’m not a hustler,” she said, meeting his light blue eyes. “I thought we could talk for a few minutes and just kind of see what happens.”
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