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idiots pounding the hell out of each other. Dillon was so focused on sorting out the brawlers that he didn’t think about Gabi again until he saw his boss come in – and then all the worry for her came rushing back.
    I hope she talks to Jax… if she doesn’t, I’ll push again. No way I leave here today until I know for sure what’s going on with her.
    **
    Jax Hamill turned on his laptop and took a sip of coffee. The last thing he wanted to do right now was call and beg any of these women to help him out of this jam – since he’d fucked every single one of them. God, here was yet another case of his man-whore days coming back to haunt him.
    Why didn’t you keep your dick in your pants, man, just once in a while? At least have one woman on the on-call list who you hadn’t taken to the crash rooms? Dammit. Thank God you have Sarah now… your life was such a mess back then .
    Her beautiful face came to him now and he smiled. Sarah Matthews had just walked in to his life one night – totally by accident, totally by fate – and despite the fact that she’d rejected him and held herself away from him at first, here they were. Living together, loving each other, making it work.
    She was still recovering from the attack that had put her in a coma and left the lower right side of her body numb and unresponsive. It was now going on eight months since her ex had beaten her almost to death, and she was walking well and her balance was good.
    She still had huge gaps in her memory they may always be there and she still got tired far too easily for his liking. But she was bright and shining and healthy, and he thanked God every day that she was in his life. He’d never thought that he’d ever deserve a woman like Sarah and he’d never stop trying to be the best man he could – for her and for himself.
    There was a quiet knock at the door now.
    “Come in,” he called.
    It opened and Gabi stood there. He smiled at her, waved her in.
    “Mister Jax,” she said. “Could I please speak to you?”
    He nodded. He’d given up years ago trying to get Gabi to just call him ‘Jax’. She’d been horrified at the thought and he’d never really pushed the issue. If it meant that much to her to show respect in this way, he’d let her, he figured.
    “Sit down,” he said. “I hear you stayed with us last night.”
    “Yes.”
    “Everything OK?”
    “Oh, yes. Great. Thank you.”
    “So what can I do for you, hon?”
    “I – I heard that Donna quit.”
    Jax sighed again. “Yep. You heard right.”
    Gabi fidgeted. “I was wondering if – I can – I was thinking…”
    Jax leaned back in his chair and stared at her.
    “You want to take her shift?” he asked.
    Gabi stared up at him, her eyes surprised. “How – how did you know?”
    “I’m psychic.”
    She cracked a grin at that. “So what am I thinking now?”
    “Uh.” He pressed his fingers to his temples, narrowed his eyes at her. “You’re hoping to trade off some work hours for the room last night.”
    Gabi gasped. “How…”
    Jax laughed. “So is that it? You’d like to do a barter?”
    “Is that OK?” she faltered.
    “Well, maybe. You got any waitressing experience?”
    “Yes.”
    “I don’t mean an Appleby’s or Pizza Hut, OK? I mean in a bar – preferably a rough bar with the kind of clientele you have to be able to handle a certain way.”
    “Still yes.”
    That interested Jax very much. “Yeah? Tell me.”
    “Every summer, my parents sent me to Mexico to work at my uncle’s bar in Guadalajara. It’s in a rough neighborhood and the bar was patronized by known criminals.”
    “Your parents sent you to work at a place like that?” Jax hated to criticize the woman’s dead family members, but that really seemed like a questionable parenting decision, in his opinion.
    Gabi shrugged. “Most of the criminals were members of my family. To this day, all my cousins are in and out of jail and back then they drank at the bar and they brought