Hitting The Mark
Two Weeks Earlier
Danni balanced the laundry basket on her hip as she stepped out of the dry Nevada heat, and into the humidity of the Save a Wash. No one did their laundry on a Wednesday afternoon, so it was the perfect time to study. For some reason, just starting school when most people her age would have been finishing made her feel a twinge unsure. Funny how going straight could do that to a person. She'd always felt cool and in control while on the grift.
She'd been born to play the game. Or so her father had always told her. And taught her.
Not worth thinking about now. Danni blinked to allow her eyes to adjust to the inside light, and set her basket down on an empty table. Her textbook lay on top of her dirty clothes. She had more than two years ahead of her, but she wouldn't have it any other way.
She'd carefully pushed her change into the slot, when a shadow fell across her arm.
"Do you have any dryer sheets? I must have left mine back at the hotel."
Danni glanced up to match the sexy voice to the shadow. She had heard some pickup lines before, in fact, she'd heard that exact pickup line in the Laundromat, but never f ... read full excerpt from: Hitting the Mark ebook
