![]() ![]() In seconds, she’d removed her helmet to glare at the shark. “That son of a bitch.” She laid the welder down and tore off her gloves. ![]() “Metal dust and scraps.” She decided the guy might dress nice but he wasn’t real bright. “I just need to locate her.” He stepped closer, stared down at his shoes and grimaced. “Who wants to know?” She pegged him as a bill collector, and that put her on edge. But it was still insulting to be mistaken for a man. The bulky, fire-retardant smock covering her clothes probably didn’t help either, disguising her shape. The protective mask she wore hid her features and made her voice sound strange. It made him look really sour and only heightened the deep lines near his mouth and cold eyes. His hands smoothed down the expensive black suit jacket and he frowned at her question. “Can I help you?” Jill didn’t like the look of him one bit. He glanced down at the floor, winced, and stepped lightly across the metal shavings littering his path. Jill turned off the flame on the welder and watched the guy, who wore a suit, peer around her large shop. ![]()
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