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</div></div><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">If it were possible to blush like his white counterpart, there would be a slight deepening of his bronzed complexion, realizing that Jaxon was examining his face, and the nasty bruise beneath his eyes. It was a war wound like so many others, both hidden and visible that he had to wear days after a confrontation with Slater in the past, even if he didn't ask to wear it. He surmised the hospital didn't consider Jaxon a family member, and that was no surprise although Gabriel would have welcomed a visit or some companionship during the night he was admitted.<br/>
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<b>"Turned out it was a good thing the cops sent me to the emergency room. Slater punched me so hard I had a concussion and he broke my nose. Would you believe he broke my nose completely straight? I didn't need a splint this time." </b>Gabriel explained, a crooked grin appearing on his lips.<br/>
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<b>"They only kept me overnight for observation, I'm supposed to take it easy the next few days. Which is why I'm not working tonight, not really,</b>" he laughed. <b>"Let's just say I'm not pulling my weight around here, cutting up lemons and limes is light duty."</b><br/>
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Gabriel practically lived at Picaduras, so if he didn't find him here, he most certainly could find him at his place, on his Uncle Armando's property.<b> "I should give you my number, so you don't have to wonder where I am, huh?"</b> he chuckled, pulling out a pen, and writing it down on a pad of paper. All he needed was his Picaduras shirt and an apron and he'd be working. <i>Great going, Gabe, he thought to himself.</i><br/>
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He slid the cell phone number across the table to Jaxon. <b>"I wanted to thank you for being there for me, and at least holding my hair out of my face when I puked all over the street."</b> he smiled, tucking his pen back into his hoodie pocket.<br/>
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Gabriel practically lived at Picaduras, so if he didn't find him here, he most certainly could find him at his place, on his Uncle Armando's property.<b> "I should give you my number, so you don't have to wonder where I am, huh?</b>" he chuckled, pulling out a pen, and writing it down on a pad of paper. All he needed was his Picaduras shirt and an apron and he'd be working. <i>Great going, Gabe, he thought to himself.</i><br/>
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He slid the cell phone number across the table to Jaxon. <b>"I wanted to thank you for being there for me, and at least holding my hair out of my face when I puked all over the street." </b>he smiled, tucking his pen back into his hoodie pocket.<br/>
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Kiv got a few pats of his head under the table too. <b>"Did you miss me buddy? I missed you too!" </b>Gabriel's voice went all high pitched while talking to Jaxon's dog and it earned him a tail wag.<br/>
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Gabriel seemed relieved to hear that it would take much more than Slater's stupid stunts to scare him off.<b> "I did file a restraining order with the judge, so Slater can't come near me again. If he violates the judges order, he won't be able to post bail again, and they'll keep him in jail until trial. I did press charges, just so you know. Might need you during the trial, then." </b>Gabriel informed him.<br/>
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<b>"Enough about him, I'd rather talk about you. I bet your a steak and potatoes kind of guy. I'm going to order something you might like, and I'll let you try one. My mother, Marisol, she makes the </b><i>salsa roja </i>f<b>resh each time, we make fresh guacamole too."</b><br/>
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<i>"I was just about to ask if you'd like me to make some to go with the tortillas, it is a Picaduras specialty?"</i> asked Miguel.<br/>
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Gabriel allowed Jaxon to order first, and he added an order of steak fajitas onto the order, with an extra plate so Jaxon could try something he might enjoy a lot. <b>"I'll have the fajitas, beans and rice. I'll take a Marisol's Limeade too, cuz.</b><i> Gracias."</i><br/>
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Gabriel acknowledged Jaxon's wish to pay for his own meal, without debate.<b> "I thought I'd offer since you did so much for me, and I'm grateful for your help. Maybe next time?"</b><br/>
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Gabriel gazed after his cousin as he jotted down the order, and headed to the kitchen to get the ball rolling. <i>"Picaduras Especial. Good choice, Senor. I'll have the order right out to you."</i> Miguel said with a smile.<br/>
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<b>"It won't take long to cook, it's very fast." he commented, smiling again. "I was more scared for you and Kiv when Slater fired the gun. I didn't want anyone to get hurt, especially you both."</b> Gabriel replied.</span></span>