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and
try to find out something they could use against Digger.
    King would be furious, yet if she was
careful, maybe he wouldn’t find out. She would sneak the tip money
from the lap dance to the other two women in the VIP room if they
kept their mouths shut.
    Sauntering within his eyesight, she brought
him the drink he had requested from Angel. His eyes widened and his
mouth parted when she bent low enough to allow him to see the pale
globes of her breasts almost spill out of the red camisole.
    “ Can I get you anything else?” Vida
murmured seductively, moving closer so that her perfume would
surround him.
    “ Yeah, you can join me for a drink,”
Briggs said, not taking his eyes off her breasts. Vida sat down
close to him on the couch. Catching his eyes with hers, she paid
him all the attention he wanted, giving only monosyllabic replies
when he tried to question about herself and King.
    Catching Angel’s eyes, she motioned for her
to keep Briggs’s drinks coming.
    When his sweaty palm covered her stocking
covered thigh, Vida sighed to herself; the next hour was shaping up
to be one of the most difficult of her life.
    * * *
    Colton held the door open for Wanda to
leave, motioning for her to be quiet. With a quick kiss, she went
through the door. He shut and locked it behind her, turning to go
into the kitchen. Seeing the pillow on top of Vida’s face, he was
determined not to remove it this time, however he found his legs
moving towards her anyway.
    Lifting the pillow, he saw tears glistening
on her face and touching the pillow he found it damp. He had given
her a key, not even noticing when she had returned. Turning the
pillow over until the dry side was up, he laid her head back down
on it. Brushing her tears away with the pad of his thumb, he
stroked her soft cheek. Her face turned away, moving away from the
soft touch.
    Colton studied the dark circles of weariness
underneath her eyes. Vida, he had caught on early, actually slept
very little, always staying busy with her computer or studying the
books she carried around in her backpack.
    She was unusual for a girl her age, so quiet
and studious. Even when the customers tried to talk to her at the
tattoo shop, she rarely engaged them back. Seth, the boy she had
given her number to, had returned to the shop to work on coding
with her. She was friendly to him, but he could see she kept a
distance with them all. She had been staying with him for two weeks
now and he had yet to see a genuine smile.
    What was so surprising to him was that her
mother, Goldie, had been full of life and laughter. She had
worshipped her daughter and had been proud of her every
achievement. It was hard to see her daughter completely full of
restraint and wariness.
    Colton was sure the death of Goldie two
years ago had been extremely hard on her. Now her closest friend
since childhood was in trouble. He knew it was probably weighing
her down that she couldn’t help Sawyer, just as she hadn’t been
able to help the friend who’d died. Goldie had often worried how
losing such a close friend at a young age would affect her. Callie,
Sawyer and Vida were the little troublemakers of the neighborhood.
Now, only one was left.
    Baring her body and doing the lap dances
went against the repressed personality he saw in Vida. Emotionally,
he wondered how she had remained so strong.
    Turning away, he went to the kitchen to get
a bottled water and looked at the clock on the microwave, seeing
that it was almost four a.m. Finishing the water, he returned to
the bedroom, lying back down on the rumpled sheets.
    He had no problem filling his bed each night
with a different woman, the tattoo shop and past pick-ups provided
a steady flow to satisfy the hunger that had gone unfed the three
years in prison. The only problem was he felt emptier and emptier
with each additional encounter. Something was wrong and Colton was
deathly afraid he knew what it was.
    Placing an arm over his eyes, he tried to
shut out the