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time at the
shore?”
    From the moment he speaks, it suddenly all makes
sense. He’s the cop who pulled me over last night, and the guy I
had my little tryst with at the bar last year. Things like this
happen to only me. That’s when I see it.
    I see red. Yes, it’s true, when anger gets the
best of you, you do see red. Flaming red. I am an educated, smart,
well brought up woman. I ooze class, but the way he bites his lip,
grins at me, and winks, makes all the years of charm school want to
fly out the window. The need to claw his face, have my knuckles
collide with his chin, overtakes me, but I must keep my
composure.
    Everyone just stands there, and tall, tanned,
and leggy Dickcop-rider whines after she dresses.
    “Cruz, you said you would take me home. This
scene is creeping me out.” She stands there, arms folded, tapping
her stiletto-clad foot, while six pairs of eyes stare at her.
    “Sure, baby. Give me a few minutes. Why don’t
you go grab yourself a cup of coffee in the house. I’ll be right
there.”
    She exits, and the staring contest begins, until
Willow breaks the silence.
    “How do you know her last name is Hannum?”
    My fists clutching my sides, I move a bit
closer. There’s a panic in Max’s eyes as he moves when I do.
    “You… You… You?” My last ‘you’ is a
question.
    He rises up from his chair, shirtless, boxer
briefs staring me in the face. He towers over me, smirk still
present on his face. He licks his bottom lip and invades my
personal space. He’s so close. I can smell the sex on him. How
repugnant. He leans in towards my ear. “Me, me, and yes, me.”
    He pulls away. I feel my blood pressure rise,
and my pulse quickens at the same time. I lunge forward, but Max,
who is next to me grabs my arms to hold me back.
    I struggle to get myself out of Max’s grasp. The
girls are rushing towards me, and try to pry his hands off my
arms.
    “You son of a bitch. You made me look like a
fool last night. I knew what you were up to and I am going to get
your ass canned for it!”
    The look on this brute’s face energizes my
madness. He crosses his arms and is watching as I struggle to try
to claw at his perfect face. He smirks. He’s smirking like he knows
he got me, that he’s proud of what he did to me.
    “What the hell are you smiling at, you
bastard?”
    He comes closer to me, knowing Max won’t let me
go at him. I stop my struggling, and now we are practically nose to
nose.
    “I was getting my revenge on you, for not giving
me your last name. You know who I am, baby. How could you
forget?”
    He licks those God damn lips of his.
    Oh, now he’s done it.
    So what do I do since my legs are not seized, no
longer bound to the ground?
    I knee him in the testicles.
    Take that, Dickcop. Those self-defense classes I
took in college just paid off.
    “And don’t call me baby,” I scream.
    He falls to the ground. Max releases me, and
bends down to see how the asshole is.
    Dickcop holds himself in between his legs,
gasping for air, rolling around on the deck like some kind of
wounded animal.
    Good.
    Max looks up at me, obviously horrified.
    “What the hell did you do that for?”
    Dickcop still can’t catch his breath, and I’m
suddenly hit with a case of guilt. Did he really deserve that?
    Let me think…
    Yep!
    “He’s pissed because I never gave him my last
name.”
    And the confusion between my friends and Porter
continues.
    “Har, he called you Miss Hannum. How did he know
that if you just said you didn’t give him your last name?”
    I don’t want to tell Porter. What would he think
of me? I’m like a sister.
    Dickcop raises his head enough to speak,
gruffly, “She’s the girl from the bathroom last summer.”
    Porter, God bless him. He shakes his head and
studies the air in front of him to try to get around what Dickcop
just said.
    And just like that, the recognition in his eyes
says he knows.
    “Holy shit! Cruz? Harlow? Last year? Bar?
Missing for a long time? No clue where