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her favorite song. She could have been anywhere, and it would be magical.
    Cade kissed the top of her hair. “I’ve missed you, Jaycee.”
    Tears sprang to Jaycee’s eyes, and she wanted to respond to his sweet words but couldn’t speak around the lump in her throat. Before she found her voice, Brad belted out the last line of the song, “Yeah, we danced,” followed by the final chords.
    Stepping away like a scalded cat, Jaycee wanted to scream out, Hallelujah!
    Cade smiled, knowingly, with a hint of derision. “Now was that so bad, darlin’?”
    Without waiting for her answer, Cade grabbed her by the arm and pulled her toward the bar counter. As they drew near, Jaycee saw Gray deeply entrenched in a heated conversation with Douchebag Cowboy Number One and Douchebag Cowboy Number Two.
    Katie-Anne and Shannon stood close by, egging on the men engaged in the pissing contest.
    Jaycee heard Number One inform Gray, “She ain’t got no ring or collar. That makes her fair game. I’m feeling mighty horny, and that little filly sure looks like she knows how to fuck a man every which way but loose.”
    The man never had a chance. Gray’s fist smashed into his face faster than the strike of a cornered snake. The asshole’s head snapped backward, and he groaned.
    Number Two stepped forward to defend his comrade, but Cade was quicker and a hell of a lot meaner. He grabbed the man by his collar, spun him around, and slammed him against the counter. Cade got in Number Two’s face and snarled, “You fucktard. Keep your hands off of him, or I guarantee you will regret it. I would love nothing more than to rip off your dick and shove it so far up your ass that you choke on it.”
    Number Two sputtered and spat a bunch of mumbo jumbo, but Cade ignored him as he watched Gray punch Number One again. He reared his arm back for a third hit when Jaycee launched herself at the idiots.
    “All of you are being immature assholes,” she scolded, elbowing her way into the center of the circle. She pointed at the bleeding cowboy and the restrained cowboy. “You two need to disappear. I don’t give a shit where you go. Just get away from us.”
    Turning and pointing at Cade, Jaycee ordered, “You, let the bastard go. They’re not going to pull anything. Even they’re not that dumb.
    “And you,” Jaycee informed Gray as she stalked him, going toe-to-toe with him, poking her finger into his chest, “are going to let them go without any more bloodshed. Do not push me on this, buster.”
    Impatiently, Jaycee tapped her foot while waiting for their obedience.
    All four men stared at her with equal parts shock and indignation.
    Number One looked at Number Two and grumbled, “Hell, she ain’t worth it. No piece of ass is.” Then he stomped off angrily with his friend following behind.
    She hadn’t taken two breaths before Gray and Cade moved into her personal space, making her body temperature rise rapidly.
    Gray greeted her mockingly, “Hello, there, hellcat.” His lips twitched as he made a half-assed effort to hold back a grin that was sure to be condescending.
    “Asshole,” Jaycee replied as coldly as she could summon considering her cunt was going up in flames.
    She crossed her arms over her tight, throbbing nipples. There was no need to give Gray any more ammunition against her, her hormones included.
    Karma was one evil bitch, and she’d cursed Jaycee well. The more her pigheaded men fought her, the hotter she got. The need to surrender overrode her common sense.
    “No kiss for us?” Gray taunted.
    Calm down. She had to keep her cool. Otherwise, she would kill them or fuck them on the floor of this oh-so-lovely establishment.
    “I think that’s our cue to leave,” Katie-Anne said, looping her arm around Shannon’s elbow.
    Shannon whined, “But I want to stay. I was about to see if the bartender had a stash of popcorn behind the counter. This will be better than a movie.”
    Katie-Anne snickered, pulling Shannon away.