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Chapter6

That Tommy guyis out here. It has to be him. Or maybe it’s the email person.

I step off the wooden deck that surrounds the door to the bar and into the gravel parking lot. The crunch of caliche under my feet sounds like airhorns. The night wind kisses my skin as it blows past. The air is never stillhere.

I head to my car, glancing around, but not seeing him. When I get to my vehicle, I touch the handle and the door unlocks. I got an Elantra that’s a few years old. I was driving a Bentley in New York and I feel weird saying it, but I like this car better. Maybe it’s because I bought it and it’s mine, or maybe it’s because I actually like it. I don’t know, but I slip into my seat and try to pull the doorshut.

Tommy catches it and swings it open. He stands there between the door and me, glaring down. “You made a mistake making an enemy of me tonight.”

I have a Taser in my glovebox, but I’m afraid to move. If I lean over, he might climb on top of me and if the man pins me, it won’t gowell.

I tense and shoot back, “You grabbed my snatch in the middle of a bar. What did you think was going to happen? It’s not a pickup line, asswipe. Go away before I press the panic button and the police showup.”

A sneer tugs at the side of his mouth as he leans on the door frame. “They’ll get here right after I’m done with you. Go ahead and press it.” He lunges for me, and I go for the glove box, diving across the front seats.

He grabs me and pins me across the seat, shoving my back into the gearshift. I try to get a knee up, but can’t move. I scream as I claw at him. Panic has made me stupid. My head is by the glove compartment. As the asshole unzips, I push the button and the Taser topples out. Blindly, I turn it on and slam it into his neck when he looks up to see what I’ve done. His body tenses and then goes still before he’s torn off me and dragged backward out of the littlecar.

That’s when another man reaches for me with a strong hand on a thick arm. I don’t think. I can’t. I just act and press the Taser to his skin. The guy goes down like a bag of bricks. Silence fills the parking lot. I scamper out of the car to see who the second man. Tommy must have planned a gangbang with me as the prize. This had to be an asshole friend that thought he could take advantage of a girl that was clearly out of her element and off-kilter tonight. Well, fuckthem.

As I stand, I look down to the second man lying at my feet and swear. It’s the concert hall guy. I can’t leave him on the parking lot ground with the lunatic cowboy. For all I know, Tommy will wake up first and castrate the man. He doesn’t deservethat.

I walk around the pile of limbs and pull out the concert hall guy and lug his heavy body into the back of the car. After wrestling his toned, tall frame into the back seat, I stare at my handiwork. He’s not in there too comfortably. Okay, it’s bad. He’s sort of sitting on his face, but I can’t flip him around. He’s way too heavy. I was lucky I got him in the damn car. Screw it. I slam the door and leave him sitting on hisface.

After starting the engine, I maneuver around the prone cowboy and get the hell out of there. When I stop at a traffic light, I turn to see how the guy in my backseat is doing and come face to face with him. A scream rips from my throat and before I know it, my hand that’s still clutching the Taser connects with hisneck.

He sees it coming this time and utters, “Don’t—”

But I already connected the electrodes to his skin and he slumps to theside.

“Shit!” I repeat the word too many times as a car horn behind me blares. I’ve been sitting at a green light. I hit the gas and decide to head toward home. I have no idea what I’m going to do with this guy when I get there. He helped me and I Taseredhim.

Twice.

Shit.