She glanced behind her and found the big strong, danger-taunting men locked in what appeared to be a stand-up wrestling match. An aggravated employee with tattoos down both arms stomped over with a spray bottle and squirted them both in the face. “Damn it, Sheila!” Nick sputtered. “Don’t make me arrest you for assaulting an officer,” Weber threatened, using the hem of his T-shirt to dry his face. The man had a six-pack as impressive as Nick’s. Riley made a mental note to relay that information to Jasmine. “You remember what happened last time you dumbasses got into a tickle fight? You knocked
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