Ford was an ass. Anyone who spent more than five minutes with him tended to come to this conclusion. He'd throw insults around him with ease, criticize people for any little thing, and butt his head into other people's business
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Greyson took her last words to heart... sort of. Actually he was much more distracted by the way she was now gazing blankly over his shoulder. He turned slowly and was met with a menacing looking man standing leaning against the door frame. His first reaction was to be surprised, but he kept his cool since Darcy didn't seem so surprised that the man was there
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Ford didn't move a muscle. He stayed were he was, not taking his eyes off the man. There was a glint in his eyes. Not the deadly, icy coldness that Darcy had witnessed that night in the store during the robbery, but a definite edge. This was probably going to get ugly.
"I can't say the same thing about you," Ford said calmly. "And I recon you'll be agreeing with me on that before too long."
"Ford," she scolded. It wasn't going to help. She already knew that. This wasn't going to go over well. She simply watched as Greyson decided how he was going to react. He retracted his hand slowly, smiled that same charming flash of perfect teeth that he used to get his way and turned back to his sister.
"Interesting company you keep, Darce," he smirked. Darcy bit her tongue. Yeah, this wasn't going to be good. "Doesn't matter, we need to talk about Quinn."
"Greyson, please," she let her voice drop and her eyes went with it. "I can't... you know that."
Greyson's response was to clear his throat, a quick look over his shoulder at the man burning holes in his head with his eyes. It was obvious he didn't think this was conversation for company.
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"I can't say the same thing about you," Ford said calmly. "And I recon you'll be agreeing with me on that before too long."
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"Interesting company you keep, Darce," he smirked. Darcy bit her tongue. Yeah, this wasn't going to be good. "Doesn't matter, we need to talk about Quinn."
"Greyson, please," she let her voice drop and her eyes went with it. "I can't... you know that."
Greyson's response was to clear his throat, a quick look over his shoulder at the man burning holes in his head with his eyes. It was obvious he didn't think this was conversation for company.
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