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Its not my fault, Hartley. You know what shes like. I should send this guy over there and let him beat it out of her. The man sounded on the verge of tears, and Seans face showed his disgust.
Without a word to either man, he strode to the back, picked up his jacket, and went out the door. In his anger it took some minutes for him to realize that someone was calling his name. He stopped and turned. Once again the small man, Hartley had been his name, was smiling at him and approaching with bold confidence.
Im sorry about what happened in there. Pinky is a disreputable worm, but compared to his wife hes an angel.
Sean had stayed silent through this recital, and Hartley spoke as though hed suddenly remembered his manners.
Where is my head, he said when he saw no answering smile in the younger mans eyes. Im Hartley. Pinky told me your name is Sean.
Sean stared for a moment at the offered hand but finally gave his own. Sean Donovan.
He turned in the direction of his lodgings, and Hartley, with practiced ease, fell in step beside him.
Im not sure what your plans are for the rest of the day, Sean, but if you havent a previous engagement, Id like to take you to supper.
Why? Sean answered, stopping again and scrutinizing Hartley with eyes hard as flint.
I have a business proposition for you.
Sean weighed this carefully, trying to gauge the mans honesty. His first thought was that the man was not the least bit honest, but there was something fascinating about him, and in a moment Sean found himself agreeing.
In an hour he had cleaned up and was walking through the door of the best hotel in town. Sean and Hartley were shown to a table as though they were royalty, and after Hartley ordered for them, he turned to Sean, again sporting that gentle smile.
I will admit to you straight away, Sean, that I sought you out because of your size. You see, Im in need of a personal bodyguard, and I think you might be the man.
Sean was quiet, and Hartley was relieved that he didnt ask what became of his last one. Hartley knew it would do nothing for his position if he had to admit that his last bodyguard died while theyd been robbing a bank. He was quite certain that Sean would eventually join him in his robberies, but now was not the time to go into that.
What do you do for a living?
Im in finance, Hartley told him smoothly. There are times when Im required to carry large sums of cash. Im certain that having a man of presence with me will deter even the most persistent pursuers. Tell me, Sean, can you fire a gun?