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plastered against his back, was so affecting that, in spite of his fury, his cock sprang to life like a jack-in-the-box.
    Biting back a curse, he tried to keep his mind on the goal. Get her out of the club before she did something stupid she’d regret.
    He thought about what could have happened if he hadn’t been there. His stomach soured. She was one of the brightest people he knew, but she’d been so sheltered growing up that her street smarts left a lot to be desired.
    The guy she’d been dancing with was a shark. He knew the type. He’d seen them in action more than once and had even stepped in before. Their MO was to find a vulnerable girl, get her good and soused and then take advantage. He would have kept feeding her drinks and the next thing she knew, she’d be waking up in his apartment, confused and humiliated. Or worse.
    Bastard. It was one thing to find someone you had a connection with and hook up. As long as both parties knew the score and were in their right minds at the time, there was no harm in some safe fun. This was different, predatory, and he despised that. When she’d tried to get away from the fucker and he wouldn’t let go—
    His hands shook, and he gripped Mike’s legs tighter.
    When they finally reached the door, the bouncer held it open without a word. All in a day’s work for him, Tomas imagined. He just hoped the guy didn’t think he was one of those predators taking advantage of the poor drunk girl.
    As he made his way across the parking lot, Micah was uncharacteristically quiet. By the time they got to Patrick’s car, he wondered if she’d fallen asleep.
    “Mike?” he whispered.
    “Yeah?”
    He slid her gently to the ground. “You okay to stand?”
    “Yeah. And I’m mad at you.” With that, she wheeled on him, fast as a mongoose, and punched him right in the gut.
    “Oof!”
    It hadn’t really hurt, but it shocked the shit out of him. She looked like an angry nymph. Her mass of red hair hung around her face in a wild tangle from the head-tossing on the dance floor. Her cheeks were hot pink, and her eyes were shining.
    He tried to hold on to his ire, but it melted in the wake of her cuteness. His lips twitched, and she punched him again.
    He grabbed her fist and held her still. “Why do you keep doing that?”
    “I’m not your sister, jerk face.”
    “Jerk face? I just saved your ass from being mauled by Doctor Octopus and you pummel me with your tiny, womanly fists?” He knew that would get her even more mad, but he couldn’t seem to help himself.
    “Oh, screw you. I was fine without you. I was just about to introduce his nuts to my foot before you stepped in.”
    “Yeah, as if you’re in any shape to protect yourself right now.”
    “I landed two shots on you, didn’t I, wise guy? If I’d wanted to sock you in the manly bits, I could’ve, and you’d have gone down like a stone.”
    “Only because you caught me by surprise. Now get in the car. We’ll talk about it when we get home.”
    “You’re not the boss of me, Tomas Santos. I’m the boss of me. And I’m not getting in a car with you behind the wheel. You were drinking tequila.”
    At least she was finally showing some sense. “Correction. You were drinking tequila. I was watching. Mine are still sitting on the bar. If you hadn’t been so intent on getting piss-drunk, you’d know that. Patrick let me have his keys. His girlfriend is going to give him a ride after her shift is over. Now, would you please get in the car?”
    “Whatever. I want to go home anyway since you ruined my super-fun night of awesome.” She opened the door and slid into the car, and he followed suit. Crossing her arms over her chest, she stared straight ahead, refusing to speak to him.
    That was fine; he had a lot to think about anyway. Like where the hell had she learned to dance like that? His sweet Micah had some moves. Of course he’d seen her dance plenty of times at school dances and later at weddings and other