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Taco started. “What did she do when she saw you?”

“She stopped immediately,” he answered.

“Did she have her arms crossed; did she give you the death stare?” Shadow interrogated him.

“She held something. She kinda scowled at seeing me.”

The three men nodded.

“What does it mean?” Whiskey prodded his friends.

“It’s a good sign,” Taco assured him. “What happened next?”

Whiskey concentrated. “I explained to her I might have acted hastily. I didn’t talk to her, and then I tried to get closer to her.” Whiskey frowned.

Shadow gestured with his hand indicating for him to continue, “Okay, okay what did she do?”

Whiskey thought back. “She stepped back when I tried to get closer. I tried to hand her the flowers and she refused to take ‘em.”

The men cringed and Taco groaned. “What did you do with the flowers?”

“I laid them on the counter,” he responded.

“She didn’t pick them up and throw them at ya? She didn’t tell ya to take them and shove them up parts unknown?” Saint scratched the scruff along his jaw.

“No. Samantha left them there.” He still didn’t follow the men’s questioning.

The men groaned. Shadow took the lead. “Did she yell, ‘Whiskey, we’re done!’ Or did she say it all quiet?”

Whiskey scratched his beard. “Kinda medium I guess. She didn’t yell but she wasn’t quiet.”

Taco splayed out his hands. “That’s good, really good.”

“I don’t know how you get to thinking its good. She said she didn’t want to talk to me anymore,” frustration rang in his voice.

“Hold on, you’re not getting it,” Shadow explained.

Saint leaned forward, “Here’s the deal. When a woman’s upset, she’ll yell. She might throw a few things. Now, that all depends on her level of psycho. Samantha doesn’t strike me as a ten on the scale. I’d say she’s a three. She’s all fine and mellow unless you screw with her friends and family. Then she’ll explode.” They all agreed.

“I don’t know how you rate women but who do you know that rates higher?” Whiskey appeared surprised.

“Catherine rates a five, Kassie’s at least a seven, and Victoria’s definitely a ten.” Shadow rated the women.

“What? You gotta be outta your mind! Sweet little Kass,” Whiskey shook his head. “She’s an angel.”

The men cracked up laughing. Saint slapped his knee. “When we first met her, she dodged Shadow like a pro. We lost her several times. When the helo crashed, she took lessons from Victoria. She’s skilled at knife throwing and ball busting. She might be an eight right now. With those fertility drugs going through her, I think Doc’s scared to go to sleep without at least one eye open because he forgot to pick up bread.”

“Victoria owns her own little army. She commands men and they bow down to her. Right now, Shadow’s still holding his sack as he walks. A gift from Victoria.” Taco and Saint laughed. Shadow appeared to have eaten something sour.

“That shit ain’t funny. I apologized for giving her a black eye.” He gritted out.

Whiskey sat back in his chair. “You hit a woman?” He turned to face Shadow.

“I thought we agreed to keep this classified?” Shadow scowled.

“It’s hard to keep it confidential when you walk like a duck and Victoria’s got a black eye,” Saint laughed. “I gotta know how she got the jump on you.”

“I went to nab her and before I put my arms around her, she elbowed my boys so hard I had to swallow them back down. How was I supposed to know she followed Kassie?” Shadow replied.

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