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Her eyes flashed with need, and she smiled up at him. “You know, I kind of like the idea of you tying me up in your bed. I think that might be something we should try.” He would love to tie her up in his bed. He used to restrain her when they were together for six months and he had nightly fantasies about doing that to her again.
“I think that I can find some rope later when we get home. Do you mind me sticking around after dinner until you close the bar?” he asked.
“That would be great. I can leave my car here if you don’t mind bringing me back to the bar tomorrow for my shift.”
“That sounds like a plan to me,” he said.
“Good, I’d better get back behind the bar or Joker will count this as my break.” He followed her back into the bar and the guys cheered when she started handing out beers again.
“Sorry boys,” she shouted over the ruckus. “A girl needs to take bathroom breaks too.” She nodded over at the corner booth that was empty and Blaze took that as his cue to grab it for their makeshift dinner date. When things around the bar seemed to calm down, she brought him over a few beers.
“Sorry about all that,” she said. “They get thirsty quickly around here.”
“Yeah—I think that they also missed the pretty bartender too,” he teased. She rolled her eyes and walked back to the bar. Blaze tried not to stare too much, but he just couldn’t seem to help himself. She was something to watch. He noticed a few of the guys checking her out, but Blair always politely shot them down. It was crazy to think that out of all the guys around the bar, she had chosen him. He wasn’t sure why, but he wouldn’t question his dumb luck.
He was watching the time, hoping that she’d be able to take a break soon, when two new guys walked in. Every guy in that place turned to size them up. They didn’t get many new guys in the Smokey Bandits unless they were asking about patching in, or one of the guys brought a buddy with them.
They sat up at the bar and Blair smiled at them. He could tell that she asked them what they wanted and handed them both menus and then gave them each a bottle of beer. She was chatting them up, the way that she did all of the guys in the bar, but these two didn’t know her or the fact that she used to be his. Hell, she still was his, and when the one guy grabbed her hand, and Blair tried to pull it free, Blaze wanted to kill the fucker. He was across the bar in seconds, along with a half dozen other guys, and Joker at Blair’s back.
“Get your fucking hands off of my woman,” Blaze shouted at the guy.
“You his woman?” the guy asked Blair, not even bothering to look back at Blaze.
“Take your hands off of me,” she spat. Jesus, she wasn’t going to admit to being his in front of the new guys and that just plain pissed him off. Blaze grabbed the guy’s arm and pulled it off Blair.
“She said to take your fucking hands off of her,” he shouted.
“Yeah, but she didn’t say that she’s your woman. I’m wondering if you and she are on the same page, buddy,” the guy said.
“We don’t need you telling us what page we’re on,” Blaze said. “You need to either keep your hands to yourself or get out.”
“Thing is, I think she kind of liked my hands on her,” he said. Blaze knew that the guy was taunting him, but he couldn’t help himself. He threw the first punch, landing the guy on his ass. It was no easy feat, and he was pretty sure that he had broken at least one of his fingers.
“Shit,” he cursed.
“Stop fighting,” Blair shouted.
The guy stood back up, holding his jaw, his smile evil as blood trickled down his chin. “You can end this if you just tell the truth, honey,” the guy said, looking at Blair.
“Tell the truth about what?” Blair spat.
“You his woman or what?” the guy asked.
She looked over and Blaze and closed her eyes as if trying to figure out if she wanted to make an announcement that they were back together or not. “I’m his,” she agreed. Blaze and the big guy dripping blood on the floor both blew out their held breaths.
“Then, I’ll keep my hands to myself,” the big guy promised.
“Enjoy your dinner,” Blaze growled. He walked back over to the table in the corner of the room and Joker followed him.
“You break your hand?” he asked. Blaze hadn’t realized that he was cradling his hand against his body.
“Just my finger,” he said.
“You should have that looked at,” Joker said.
“Yeah, well, I’m not leaving Blair here with that asshole sitting up at the bar.” Blair walked over to him and Joker and handed Blaze a towel full of ice.
“You need to get that looked at,” she said, nodding at his hand. He put the ice on it and winced.
