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My mouth drops open in horror as the meaning sinks in. What thefuck, Greg?
“Need me to step in?” My new bar friend asks, starting to angle his body to block Karl from me.
“Thanks, but I’ve got this,” I tell him.
“Come on, beautiful,” Karl says, leaning closer to me. “I’ve heard about you American girls, and I would like to see for myself if you—”
Instinctively, I ball up my fist and punch Karl…
… Square in the dick.
He’s doubled over by the time I’ve even realized I did it. And therefore, I have the perfect angle to dump his beer over his head.
“You bitch!” he roars from beneath sopping, bleach blond hair.
“Oh no,” I say sarcastically, grabbing my purse. “And I thought this was going so well.”
My heels click on the way out, leaving Karl in the dust.
I break free into the early evening light, the New York skyline casting long shadows.
Holy shit, I can’t believe I just did that! But he beyond deserved it. He’s lucky I didn’t reach for my pepper spray. I’m still giddy with my karate moves when a voice comes from behind me.
“Wait! Hold up!”
I whirl around, ready to throw a full-on fit. But it’s not Karl. It’s Mr. Impossibly Handsome from the bar, and he’s jogging toward me—with my jacket in his hand. “You left this,” he says, holding it out to me.
“Oh. Thank you,” I tell him gratefully. “And I’m sorry about the mess in your bar. I—”
“Don’t you dare apologize,” he stops me, looking amused. “I’d pay good money for that show. I’ve seen a lot of stuff go down here before, but I’ve got to say… The dick punch was new.”
“I took a self-defense class last year,” I admit, flushing. “They said, go straight for the good stuff.”
“Well, you certainly taught me a few tricks.” His grin spreads, and he offers his hand. “I’m Austin.”
“Jenn,” I reply, slowly taking his hand. It’s warm, and large, but surprisingly gentle.
I try not to think what it would feel like touching… other parts of me.
Down girl.
“I’ve never seen you at Mavericks before,” he says, looking like he’s trying to place me.
I shrug. “Like I said, I’m more of a homebody.”
Austin blinks. “Wait. You weren’t kidding about the knitting, were you?”
Great—make the hot man think you’re anti-social, Jenn.
“It’s a social thing, with friends,” I blurt. “A knitting circle.”
I cringe. Because that’s so much cooler.
Austin shakes his head slowly. “Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Jenn, who throws punches and knits sweaters.”
“I mean, not at the same time.” I offer, and he laughs, delicious and rich.
“That would be impressive.” Austin grins. “Although would you need the dick-punch if you had those knitting needles to hand?”
