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direction, but he was busy with customers. Stone’s didn’t need a regular bouncer since most people just dropped in for a couple beers after work or to watch a game on one of the bar’s flat-screen TVs, but every once in a while they ran into a problem. Like tonight.
    She followed Grizzly Adams, knowing there was a good chance he’d back off when he saw her. She didn’t know everyone in town, but most of the regular crowd here knew she was a cop, and that was usually enough to make them realize they didn’t want her kind of trouble.
    A hand encircled her wrist, jerking her to the side when she was two feet shy of planting herself in the big guy’s path.
    “Hayley.”
    Half expecting it to be one of the wedding party pulling her over to share a drink, she did a double take when she came face-to-face with her second blast from the past in one day.
    “Eric.”
    “Hi.”
    Caught in a state between seriously? and no fucking way , she stared at her ex. “What are you doing here?”
    He grinned, and she was relieved she didn’t feel so much as a flicker of emotion. She hadn’t been able to say the same when they’d broken up three years earlier.
    “I was looking for a welcome home, but you’ve never gone with the expected.”
    Like much of what Eric had said to her during their relationship, there was a hint of disapproval in his tone.
    “But to answer your question, I’m back in Promise Harbor on business for a while.”
    “That’s nice,” she managed, tugging her hand free. She looked over her shoulder just as Grizzly Adams reached Jackson’s table. She was too far away to hear their exchange, but watching the laid-back expression on Jackson’s face give way to a guarded look, she would have bet her next paycheck that he didn’t like what he was hearing.
    “So how have you been?” Eric asked, moving back into her line of sight to regain her attention.
    Her gaze didn’t stray from Jackson and Grizzly Adams. “Funny, you didn’t seem too worried about how I was when you moved out or how I’ve been for the last three years. Why bother now?”
    “Guess I deserve that.”
    And then some.
    Jackson gestured to the empty chair and she was sure she saw the word “drink” pass his lips. Grizzly Adams didn’t seem to appreciate the offer and whatever he said made Jackson’s shoulders square up, but he made no other move toward the giant. Grizzly Adams wouldn’t be the first moron to try picking a fight with him, on or off the ice.
    “Have lunch with me tomorrow,” Eric pressed.
    “I have plans.”
    “Oh, right. The wedding.”
    Shit. She’d forgotten about that, but all thoughts of the wedding fled as a couple guys Hayley recognized from high school moved closer to Jackson. They didn’t like what they were hearing any more than Hayley liked what she was seeing.
    Grizzly Adams’ pals flanked him, and the people standing closest to the small group finally seemed to notice the mounting tension.
    Hayley moved into the crowd, Eric sticking right at her side.
    “Wait a second.”
    “Not now, Eric.”
    “I was an asshole.”
    Was?
    Grizzly Adams got right in Jackson’s face. People stepped into Hayley’s path, cutting off her view. She shoved her way through, ignoring the complaints. One guy started to push her back until he recognized her. He quickly switched gears and even helped her out by nudging his buddy out of her path just in time for her to see Grizzly Adams take a swing at Jackson.
    The crowd surged around them, closing her out.
    “Move. Police,” she shouted over the crowd.
    Matt must have finally noticed the problem and killed the music just as Hayley’s voice cut through the encouraging shouts for a fight. People scrambled out of the way, but nothing broke up the group of men already pummeling each other.
    Damn it.
    This time Grizzly Adams landed a punch that knocked Jackson into the table behind him. Drinks scattered across the slanted tabletop before smashing on the floor.
    Hayley