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He reached for her again, and when her stomach made another horrific lurch at the thought of Michael’s lips plastered back onto hers, she pressed her hands against his chest and said, “I can’t do this.”
Michael scowled. “What do you mean you can’t do this?”
“Is there another way to say it?” she asked.
A couple of women wearing microskirts and high heels walked by them, barely glancing at them as they headed toward the pub.
Michael flushed, his eyebrows drawing down even further and his lower lip pooching out like a little kid having a tantrum. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
“No, I’m not,” she said. Michael’s body blocked her sight line to the pub, but she could hear the soft swell of music and voices as the women opened the door. “I’ve changed my mind.”
“You’ve changed your mind,” Michael echoed. “Isn’t that just fucking great? I could have gone out with a hundred women tonight who would have been happy to ride my dick, but I chose you. Because you’re old and an easy lay, right? Or, at least, you’re supposed to be.”
“Fuck you,” she said before shoving at his chest. “Get the fuck out of my way.”
“What if I think you owe me?” Michael asked. “You’ve wasted a few hours of my time, so maybe I deserve something in return. Maybe you suck my dick right here in the parking lot like a good little cocksucker, and I won’t -”
He made a pig-like squeal, and Savina gasped when Michael was spun around and shoved up against the silver SUV parked next to his car. His head banged against the window frame, and he bellowed a curse before glaring at the man standing before him. “What the fuck?”
“Hal?” Savina stepped toward the vet tech, but the world made a crazy slant, and - Christ - spun way faster than it should have been.
She slumped back against Michael’s car, her pulse hammering erratically as she stared wide-eyed at Hal McGinnis - local vet tech, sexiest silver-haired fox in all of Harmony Falls, and her dead husband’s best friend.
CHAPTER2
Hal told himself it was none of his business when he saw Savina on her date. Told himself he didn’t care as he watched her down three glasses of wine in rapid succession as that idiot beside her leered at her breasts and her hips.
Hell, he’d even convinced himself not to follow them out of the pub when Savina stood, and it was immediately clear she was drunk. She was a grown woman who knew how to handle herself and didn’t need a babysitter.
He’d come to the Thirsty Beaver for a drink and to give him something else to do besides mope at home thinking about the one woman he could never have. That one woman being on a date at the pub only proved that God had a real fucked up sense of humour.
He’d only lasted a couple of minutes after Savina walked out the door before he gulped down the last of his beer, slapped some bills on the table, and headed out into the parking lot. He’d almost turned around and gone right back into the pub when he saw Savina and her date.
Hal might have been across the parking lot, but the light above them made it easy to see Savina’s date had his tongue down her throat and his hands on her ass. He looked away as he wavered between going back into the pub and getting shitface drunk or climbing on his motorcycle and driving endlessly until the image of Savina being manhandled had left his brain. Maybe it would be gone by the time he hit Mexico.
He opened the pub door for two women in short skirts and high heels. They thanked him politely, their gaze sliding over him without seeing him. Not surprising. They looked to be in their twenties, and at fifty-two, he wasn’t exactly in their age bracket, which was perfectly fine with him. He’d never understood why so many men his age dated women in their twenties. He’d never seen the appeal, and he never would.
He turned to follow them into the pub, glancing one last time over his shoulder at Savina. He froze, his guts tightening as he immediately went on high alert. He couldn’t hear what her date said, but he’d known Savina for years. He recognized when she was upset, even just from her body language.
Hal jogged across the parking lot toward her, slowing down as he came up behind her date. His brain went to angry and protective caveman mode the minute he heard the asshole talk about Savina sucking his dick. He grabbed the guy, spun him around, and threw him up against a silver SUV.
The guy’s head banged against the window frame, and he rattled off a curse before glaring at Hal. “What the fuck?”
“Hal?” Savina stared wide-eyed at him and pushed away from the car she leaned against. She took a few staggering steps forward then fell back against the car with a soft groan.
“Who the fuck are you, asshole?” the guy snapped.
“Michael, he’s a friend,” Savina said. “He’s -”
“Tell your fucking friend to keep his hands to himself,” Michael snarled. “Unless he wants my fist buried in his face.”
Hal barked laughter. “Go ahead and hit me, shithead.”
“Hal,” Savina said, “he’s not worth it.”
“Fuck you, bitch,” Michael said and swung at Hal.
He dodged Michael’s wild swing easily and then punched him in the stomach, pulling the punch at the last minute, so he didn’t do serious damage to the loser.
