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Shane lets out a low whistle. “So, she’s here to see you? I was shocked to see her in this place.”
A fissure of something awful ripples down my spine. “Yeah. It’s hard to escape her these days. You a fan?”
“You’d have to be living under a rock not to be,” Landon snorts. “Didn’t she make the cover of Vogue last month?”
Yes, in an incredibly skimpy outfit that she looked amazing in, to boot. “You read Vogue?”
Shane leans in, looking at me with sparkling brown eyes. “Are you jealous, Hellcat?”
“No. I’m not,” I say shortly. “And don’t call me that.”
“Why? Landon calls you that.”
“Yeah, but… It’s…” I’m halfway to saying that it’s something special with Landon and me, but then I don’t. Because it’s not. There’s nothing special between Landon and me.
Keep telling yourself that, Nora.
I’m opening my mouth to tell Shane to go somewhere with his assumptions when a couple of loud jeers catch my ear. Shit.
In front of Kendall singing on stage, there are two drunk guys. I don’t recognize them. They’re probably hired seasonal workers to help out on one of the ranches nearby. One of them is making all kinds of lewd gestures at her. When the other one tries to climb up on the stage to look up her skirt, I spring into action.
“Hey! Shithead!” I yell at the guy. “Leave her alone!”
“Well, look at this,” the one who had been yelling stuff at Kendall says. “What are you gonna do, half-pint? Take her place?”
“I’d swap her out for you any day,” the other man says. “Especially if you’re… willing.”
He approaches me. His hand manages to reach forward before something hits him like a hurricane.
Clint.
“Better back up, motherfucker!” Landon yells. Clint and the man are rolling around on the ground, and his buddy has squared up to Shane.
“Landon, get the friend!” Shane yells before delivering one hell of a punch to the man.
Landon scoots up on stage. “Sorry, miss,” I hear him say. “Let’s get you and Nora out of here.” Gently, he tugs on Kendall’s hand, then comes to wrap his other hand around me and smiles. “Ladies?”
Kendall gives me a shocked look, and I return it to her. “Um, I think your boyfriends are starting a bar fight,” she whispers.
“They’re not my boyfriends,” I respond.
But as Landon dumps us outside and goes back in to retrieve the other two, something feels… unsettled in my chest.
Because I think that I like all three of them. Exactly the same.
The bar fight ends with the two hecklers being thrown out and the Wild Spur guys lauded as heroes, despite the fact that I’m certain none of them need the ego boost.
They take Kendall to the inn, where her grumpy security is absolutely pissed that she abandoned them, and me home, after Shane deems the both of us too drunk to drive. I try to argue, pointing out that I’ve only had two more drinks than they have, but my point is kind of lost when I trip on my own boots, and Clint has to catch me. The impression of his strong arms around me is one that lingers the whole way back to the ranch.
When we finally get back, it’s dark. Clint drove my SUV back, and Shane drove Landon and me in his truck. When we get out, Clint looks at the 4Runner with a sour look. “You drive this thing?”
“Every day.”
“Nora, this is not street legal,” he grumbles. The way he says my name makes shivers race up and down my arms.
“It turns on every time.”
“Turns on and functions are two entirely different things.”
