“He’s one sorry-ass coon, him. How ‘bout you ’n me go get us some dinner, sugar. I show you a good time.” Before Crash could respond, Shannon handled Cajun herself. “I’m sure that would be just lovely, but you see I’m afraid I’ll have to turn down your dinner invitation as I’m allergic to corndog batter.” The guys around the bar burst out laughing. Wolf almost spit his beer out, choking out, “Goddamn, Crash, she’s a hoot.” Crash moved around the bar and shoved Cajun away. “I think the lady just declined your dinner invitation, motherfucker.” Cajun raised his hands, grinning. “S’okay. I’ll be
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