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Four
     
     
    It took a lot for Shane to control what was
going on inside him. Bobbi had always tapped into that wild and
crazy part of him, the one that should never see the light of day.
Because when it did, shit happened and most of the time it wasn’t
good.
    “Good to know,” he replied, his eyes moving
over the fancy dress as she stumbled slightly and nearly fell over
the douche bag on the floor. She regained her balance, eyes never
leaving Shane, and moved a few inches away.
    The asshole who’d had his hands on her,
rolled to the side and sprang to his feet, fists at the ready. But
one look at Shane and he thought better of it. At six foot four,
Shane had at least three inches on him and was at about ten years
younger.
    The guy slowly lowered his hands, muttered bitch a few times and disappeared back toward his
buddies.
    Bobbi stuck her tongue out and something slid
out of her mouth but it was unintelligible.
    Danny shook his head. “I knew it.”
    “What did you know?” Bobbi retorted
belligerently.
    The large bartender’s cheeks jiggled as he
ran his hand across the top of his nearly bald head. He leaned
forward and spat. “Trouble. It’s your middle name. Always was. And
even though you’ve fancied yourself up, you haven’t changed a bit.”
He glanced toward Shane. “I hope you’re taking her the hell home
because I want her gone.”
    The fuck I am, he thought.
    It was one thing to step in and make sure
some stranger kept his hands off her—he would do that for any
woman—but take her home? He’d stopped looking after Bobbi Jo Barker
a long time ago.
    Shane’s jaw clenched tight as he scowled at
the bartender. “Call her a cab.”
    “You’re joking, right?” Danny took a step
toward him, his big, beefy frame humming with anger.
    “Hey! Assholes,” Bobbi slurred. “I’m here you
know. I’m not dumb or deaf or dumb or,” she blew out a breath.
“Whatever I am.”
    Shane ignored her. He refused to look
straight into eyes that were like the tracking devices from those
old Star Trek movies. They’d lock onto him and he’d be lost. And
Shane Gallagher was done being lost. He’d just started to find his
way again and damned if Bobbi was going to fuck with that.
    “We’ve got one taxi in this town,” Danny
continued. “One! And everyone knows that between the hours of six
and eight, Merle has his dinner. He won’t come out even if you’re
dying and that little lady over there,” he pointed toward a
scowling Bobbi, “Can’t wait. Besides, Merle will never take a fare
that requires him to drive over an hour. You New Waterford folk
should have just stayed in your own damn town.”
    “No shit,” Shane retorted.
    The bartender paused, his eyes narrowed for a
moment. “How is that the two of you ended up here anyway?”
    How indeed.
    Shane’s dark eyes returned to Bobbi and it
felt like a punch to the gut when their eyes met. How the hell
could she still do that to him? After all this time?
    “What?” she said insolently, though a shudder
wracked her body and her teeth began to chatter.
    Shane considered his options. He could leave
her here and not look back. He could get into his truck and head
down the Interstate until he hit New Waterford. He could hole up at
his place and drink himself into oblivion. He could forget all
about The Hard Rock and Bobbi.
    Except that he couldn’t.
    “Fuck,” he muttered, running his hands
through his hair as he glanced toward the table of men that had
grown by at least three guys since the dance floor fiasco had
started.
    Decision made he turned to Bobbi and nodded.
“Let’s go.”
    Her eyebrows shot up and she raised her chin.
“Excuse me?”
    Nothing was ever easy with this girl.
    He stepped toward her and pointed to the
exit. “It’s time for your drunk ass to leave.”
    “I’m not drunk.”
    “You’re not drunk,” he said dryly, not
surprised that she wanted to argue. She always wanted to argue and
back in the day they’d done more