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I nod, and we continue on to the ATVs.
TWENTY-NINE
When we get back to the station, I take off to find Diana and try to make dinner plans. She's getting ready for a date, though, so I return to the office until seven then go home and, well, work some more. Or I do until nine, when Anders spots my lantern glowing and pops in to say he's grabbing a beer with Dalton and asks if I want to join them. I do.
We take a table in the back corner of the Red Lion. Or I should say Dalton takes it, a jerk of his thumb making the couple who'd been there move without so much as a glower. Dalton waves me to the chair against the wall, and he and Anders pull up the other two across from me. Any guy who wants to get friendly with the new girl needs to pass both of them. No one tries.
I have a tequila shot followed by an iced tea. There's no chance of ordering a Diet Coke here. They fly in liquor, but otherwise it has to be something you can brew or mix with water.
We order nachos, too. The chips are cut and baked from homemade tortillas and the salsa is freshly made from greenhouse veggies. Both are delicious. There are a half-dozen chefs in Rockton, and they're among the highest-paid residents, which means only the best get the job, and they do their damnedest to keep it.
Nearly two hours pass, eating and drinking and talking. The bar's full, but we aren't bothered for our table.
"--we go into the forest," Anders is saying, "looking for this so-called wolf and--"
"Deputy!" a voice calls behind him. "I thought you were too busy to come out and play."
He turns, and I see Diana grinning in a way that I know means she's had too much to drink.
"You've been busy a lot, William," she continues. "And I'm trying not to take it personally, but..." She sees me and stops short. "Oh." Then with a sharp twist of sarcasm, "Well, that explains it."
"We were just grabbing after-shift drinks." I wave at Dalton, making it clear this isn't a tete-a-tete between me and Anders. "You're welcome to pull up a chair."
"Oh, am I? How generous." She walks to Dalton and leans over his shoulder to whisper loudly, "That means I get you. I always get the reject."
I freeze, certain I've misheard. Then I push to my feet. "Maybe we should step outside--"
"And settle this like men?" She lifts her fists as she sways. "Winner takes all? Or just one?" She leans to fake-whisper between the guys. "Casey doesn't do threesomes. She acts all liberal, and God knows she's not particular, but it's only one at a time, so don't get your hopes up."
I have her by the arm now. "All right, we're stepping out--"
She wrenches from my grasp and turns on Anders. "I figured this was the problem. I show up last week and you're all into me, but then less than twenty-four hours after you leave my bed, you seem to have forgotten my name. Because Casey arrived."
Anders is on his feet, sneaking glances at me as he lowers his voice to say, "We both had way too much to drink that night, Diana, and I feel like I took advantage. I said that afterward. I meant it."
"And I said you didn't take advantage, which means it's a bullshit excuse. I was fuckable when you were drunk. Why not just say that and--"
"Di, let's step out," I say.
"I asked if you had your eye on Will, and you brushed me off, when obviously--"
"When obviously I'm having a drink with both my co-workers--"
"But you've only got your eye on one." She turns to Dalton. "Don't bother. Casey might have lousy taste, but one thing she doesn't go for? Weird."
"Di!" I say.
"What? He is. Everyone says so. He's got more screws loose than you, which is saying a lot. No, like I told Casey, Will, you're exactly her type. Hot guys with more muscles than brains."
My fingers are locked around her arm again as I hiss, "That's enough--"
"Did she tell you boys about the guy she left behind? Ex-con bartender who could barely spell his own name. The guy was so dumb he took a bullet for her, and when she tells him she's leaving, the chump gives her that necklace she's wearing."
I've released her arm, and I'm shouldering my way through the crowded bar.
"Hey!" Diana calls. "Where are you going? Can't take the truth, Casey..."
She keeps talking. I walk out.
