Page 45 of Heartbreak Hero

“Do I look like the waiter type?” West asked with a cheeky grin.

It was all King could do not to roll his eyes.

It wasn’t the first time West had gone in first on a mission. The younger man had a way about him that left people disarmed. West looked innocent yet was anything but. The man appeared slender, but he topped over six feet and every inch of West was ripped hard muscle beneath the loose-fitting clothes.

Because of his quick smile and constant chatter, most people didn’t realize that West was lethal. He was the perfect weapon.

“I should have let you come in alone,” King muttered.

“Why?” West glanced up from the application he was filling out, looked around the place, and then turned to him.

“Because they’re going to wonder who I am.”

“Can’t you just be a buddy?”

“Who takes their buddy job hunting?”

West grinned. “I do.” The man wrote something on the application and then lifted it up.

Under emergency contact, West wrote King’s name and number.

“Dork.” King snorted and took a sip of water.

The bartender, Jim, came and took the application and disappeared into the back room.

A waiter came over with menus and King ordered a burger and fries while West did the same.

It was a good hour later that Kevin Wilson came out of the back room, followed by none other than Chester Miller.

Well, shit. King would have preferred to keep his face hidden from Miller, but that was not going to happen.

Kevin Wilson came right to their table and stuck his hand out to him.

King squinted, stood, and shook the guy’s hand, and then jerked a thumb at West. “He’s the one hunting for a job.”

“You guys look like you can handle yourself,” Kevin said and shook West’s hand before waving the resume.

“We do okay,” West said, and Kevin and Chester both took a seat at the table.

“It says here that you’ve done some bouncing,” Kevin said to West.

“I have,” West said, but King knew that was a lie. It sounded good on the resume, so West had left it in the resume and used one of his numerous backgrounds to go along with it.

King would bet that both Chester and Kevin had looked into West’s background and found that he was a former mercenary. Of course that was total bullshit, but it had worked in their favor.

“Former mercenary,” Kevin added.

West stared at him. “You checked me out.”

“We did. Who’s your friend?”

“A former colleague,” West said, and Kevin’s gaze locked in on King.

“You looking for work too?”

“No,” King drawled. If he bit on too quickly, then they’d be suspicious.

“Why here?”

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