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Audrey will help you out.”
    Trent climbed the embankment, his steps slowing until he spotted the bulky form of Greta Sue standing with the petite and beautiful strawberry blonde and someone else.
    Holy hell. The woman he’d cornered in the back of the bar. She wore the tank top, jeans and cowboy boots he remembered, her chambray shirt ditched somewhere with his blood on it.
    Trent angled his steps toward them and stopped short of the top of the rise. “Think we can move these people back?”
    Audrey and Greta Sue glanced his way and nodded.
    Greta Sue put her fingers to her lips and blew out a sharp, loud whistle.
    The noisy crowd of women quieted by a few decibels and Greta shouted over the tops of their heads, “Show’s over. Go home, or go back inside.”
    The ladies grumbled and booed Greta Sue until she blew that ear-piercing whistle again.
    Audrey stepped up to the crowd. “Last round’s on me and I’ll get Cory to do one more encore. How ‘bout it, ladies?”
    As one, they shouted, “Yeehaw!” The mob turned and pushed and shoved through the front door of the Ugly Stick until the last woman disappeared inside.
    Greta Sue and Audrey followed, leaving the sandy blonde standing with her hands tucked into her back pockets, the effect pushing out her breasts under the thin tank top. For all the jeans, boots and cowboy hat, the woman was beautiful in her own way. Long and lean with full yet proportional breasts.
    Trent still wanted that kiss.
    Isaac joined him. “I tried to get in, but Greta Sue gave me the boot. Told her I’d strip with Cory if she let me in. She said something about a riot and shoved me out the door.” He glanced down at his clothes. “Well, damn. So much for pullin’ an all-nighter. Didn’t get a chance to get even one phone number.” His clothes were askew, and he had more than one color of lipstick print on his face, shirt and chest. He even had a disturbing lipstick print on the crotch of his jeans.
    “Come on.” Ignoring the tall cowgirl in his peripheral vision, Trent jerked his head toward the vehicle in the middle of the parking lot. “I could use your help pushing this truck out of the way.”
    When Trent reached for the handle of the driver’s door the woman who’d refused to kiss him, pressed her hand to the door, keeping Trent from opening it. “What do you think you’re doing?” she asked in a soft, gravelly voice.
    “We need to move this hunk of junk.” Trent started to open the door, but the woman leaned on it.
    “That’s my truck you’re talking bad about,” she said.
    “It has to move so that they can bring the other one out.” Trent frowned at her. “If it’s yours, get in and drive.”
    She stiffened. “I can’t. It won’t run.”
    “Bad spark plugs?” Isaac asked. “Dead battery?”
    She shook her head and muttered, “Ran out of gas.”
    Trent sighed. “Get in,” he commanded.
    The woman frowned then climbed into the driver’s seat and held on to the steering wheel.
    Trent rounded to the back of the vehicle where Isaac joined him.
    “Ready?” Trent called out.
    “Ready,” the driver responded.
    “You realize this is the truck that pushed Audrey’s into the ditch, don’t you?” Isaac asked as he leaned his shoulder into the rear of the truck and they both pushed.
    “Yeah.” Trent dug his feet into the gravel and pushed with all his might. “So?” he grunted.
    The truck didn’t budge.
    “She’s kind of pretty in the girl-next-door way. Think she’d go out with me?”
    “No.”
    “No?” Isaac frowned. “Why not?”
    Gritting his teeth, Trent hissed, “Just push, damn it.”
    They renewed their effort, the truck refusing to move even an inch.
    “You might want to take your foot off the brake and put it in neutral,” Trent called out.
    “Oh sorry,” she said. A sharp click and the truck rocked, the brake lights lighting up. “I’m ready.”
    “Let’s go.” Trent leaned into the truck.
    Between him and Isaac, they