Klutzy Love
arm. It was an eagle with an arrow through it. Steve didn’t have any of those, but I recognized those sexy biceps.
    Hmm, what should I do? The Steve look-alike poured beer and hadn’t noticed us yet. Steve could have a twin brother, which might explain the similar sexy arms. “Hey guys, I know this is hard to do, but could you discretely look at the bartender and tell me if you think it could be Steve?”
    Brenda stared right at the bartender for a good thirty seconds, “Steve doesn’t have facial hair, tattoos, or a scar. Why would you think it’s him?” She was not discrete.
    “If for no other reason than my nipples stood to attention the minute I laid eyes on him. Does that make sense?”
    Kitty nodded in agreement. “I agree with Corny. That’s definitely Steve in a cool disguise. Maybe he’s working undercover.”
    Brenda shook her head from side to side and munched on a pretzel. “I’m not convinced it’s him. Tell me more about this nipple reaction thing. I’ve never had it happen to me.”
    I thought about it for a minute. “It starts with a tingling in my arms and the hairs stand straight up and then my nipples come to attention. It only happens when I’m near Steve; it must be him.”
    Brenda finally understood. “Okay, if your nipples recognize him, then it must be him. Should we go say hi?”
    “No, let’s observe for a while. We wouldn’t want to blow his cover.” Wow, I sounded like a detective already.

    ***

    Steve thought he must have the worst luck in the world when Corny arrived with her crazy friends. He hoped he could make his bust and be done with this crappy assignment. She couldn’t possibly have known he’d be there. He’d backtracked several times to make sure he hadn’t left a trail. She tried to hide in the corner booth, but it was obvious she had checked him out. It better be because he looked familiar to her and not because she thought he was hot.
    His undercover assignment was to fill in for the real drug-dealing bartender—skuzzy Bart. Steve arrested him on drug trafficking charges last week. If Bart gave the narcotics unit names, regular drop dates, and times, Steve would ask the prosecutor for a reduction in sentencing. It turned out Bart was a bigger dealer than they thought. He was in County Jail awaiting trial.
    The department thought they should put an undercover cop at the bar to take Bart’s place and fill in until they could bust all the dirt bags. Because Steve’s undercover persona was a tough as nails drug dealer, he got assigned to the operation.
    Bart put the word out to his buyers that ‘Buddy the Bruiser,’ would fill in while he recoveredfrom his car accident. The car crash was legitimate, because while Steve chased Bart down Interstate 5, he crashed into the guardrail and broke his leg. If they checked out Bart’s story, it would hold up.
    Steve’s job was to close Stan McClousky’s operation and get his drugs off the street. Stan distributed to hundreds of guys like Bart. He sold all kinds of drugs and there was always a different drug available. Steve intended to bust Stan’s goons.
    But he’d received a call from a reliable snitch who warned him, “Dude, Stan’s coming in to do the delivery himself. You better be careful man; he never does that.” The little hairs on the back of his neck sprung to life. Steve never ignored those hairs. It was out of character for the top dog to deliver himself. Stan was due in any minute and Steve started to get the feeling that this operation could go sideways real fast.
    In the meantime, he sure hoped Corny wouldn’t recognize him. That would complicate things. He began to think it would take a lifetime to figure her out. Well, his luck had run out because he saw the exact moment Corny figured out who he was. Red and her two friends looked his way several times and then began to argue quietly.
    What happened next, he couldn’t have predicted in a million years. It started in slow motion and then

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