I'm gonna tell you something, and you're going to act like you never heard it. You get me?" "Sure," Preacher said, throwing back the shot for courage. "I caught your girl crying today." Shock settled over Preacher's face. "That's right, old man. She can't figure you out. I think she loves you, Preacher. She's waiting. She needs some attention. You with me?" Preacher nodded solemnly. He wasn't going to go there with Mike. "She thinks you don't find her attractive. Desirable." "Aw, that's crap," Preacher said. He poured himself another shot. "I'm telling you. You don't have any excuses here, pal. If you don't step up, she's going to think you don't want her. Don't care about her. I'd hate it if she thought that because I'm looking at the two of you, the three of you, and I think it'd be a damn stupid shame if you three lost one another because you're an idiot. Now, I'm not going to try to guess why it's not happening for you two. Preacher, buddy, it's time to make it happen." Preacher threw back that second shot while Mike merely lifted his, not drinking. "I thought you were messing with my girl," Preacher confessed. "No, I was telling her to try to be patient with you because of your, you know, extra-low IQ." Then he grinned at Preacher's scowl. "You always used to mess with anybody's girl," he said. "Not just anybody's girl, Preach. I'd never touch a brother's woman, you should know that. Even I don't cross that line. Even if you haven't made it clear to Paige, you've made it clear to everyone else-she's your girl. Besides, I'm no threat to you. It's you she wants. Bad enough to make her cry about it." Mike took in about half his drink and stood up. "Do yourself a favor, Preacher. Your girl needs you and you don't want to let her down now. Don't waste another minute." He left the rest of his drink. He stared into Preacher's eyes. "You better take care of business. You copy?" Copy, Preacher thought. Cop talk. "Yeah. I copy." *
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