Quite pleased with himself at how long it took Addison to recover, and imagining that must have been what he looked like moments ago, Preston made sure that he was in order himself while Addison fixed up her hair and took a drink.  Chuckling as she agreed that she was ready, Preston put the car in drive and pulled out around the minimall, and none too soon either as a police cruiser, likely on a routine patrol, was coming around the stores from the other way.  Shocked, and worried, for a second, Preston quickly realized what it was, and turned to grin over at Addison at the riskiness of it all.<br/><br/>Back on the streets, it was actually a very short remaining drive to the site, and pulling in over the rough gravel of the construction site, Preston carefully dodged around the heavy machinery moving about, and soon enough found a place out of the way to park.  “Here we go.”  He smiled over at Addison, climbing out of the car and making his way over to where a cluster of rough looking men were standing around a table in front of a trailer that clearly served as the on site office.  Introducing himself and Addison, Preston very much enjoyed the way the men’s gazes went from appreciating Addison’s curves to firm eye contact as he mentioned her last name.<br/><br/>Clearly that bit of information carried a lot more weight than Preston’s presence did as most of the workers standing around suddenly found things they needed to be doing elsewhere.  Things like warning the rest of the crew who the sexy thing in the white miniskirt actually was.  Asking a few pertinent questions, Preston was soon wrapped in a deep discussion with the foreman on the job about a few different aspects, leaving Addison to her own devices for the moment.<br/><br/>“Can I get you something to drink, Miss?”  One of the few remaining workers still around asked her.  He was a hulk of a man, probably only a few years Addison and Preston’s senior, and definitely looked like the type who carried his brains in his biceps.  “We have water in the office.”