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pleading eyes at Dean, she tried once more. Rescue me. Now.
    Dean, the bastard, grinned at her but made no move to help her.
    Defeated, Violet tried waiting until Robert stopped talking about the supposed clingy girlfriend, but there seemed to be no end in sight.
    â€œHey, Robert, sorry, but I’ve got to go to the bathroom,” she said, cutting off the rest of his bullshit.
    Releasing her waist, he reached for her hand with a smile. “That’s fine, I’ll walk you over.”
    â€œYou know, that’s okay. I think my breakfast burrito isn’t sitting well, so it may be awhile,” she said.
    Robert seemed at a loss for what to say, so she made a break for it.
    Thank you, Morgan Tookers. Diarrhea does shut down everything.
    Violet searched through her tote and grabbed a strip of gum from the back. Between the wine and the dancing, her breath was smelling kind of rank. She kept walking in the direction of the restroom, despite the fact that she didn’t actually have to go. It was disappointing that this whole day was shaping up to be a bust.
    Someone brushed against Violet’s shoulder, and she turned, expecting to find that Robert had caught up to her. Only it was Dean, looking far too hot considering the evil soul that lurked beneath the surface. “I see you managed to escape.”
    The balls on this guy. He had encouraged her attention, ditched her, and then, when she really needed a hero, had left her to flounder.
    She was done giving him the benefit of the doubt. He was a total jackass.
    â€œNo thanks to you. Couldn’t you at least have pretended to be a nice guy for two seconds?”
    He shrugged. Shrugged! “The guy was hobbit-sized. I figured you could take him.”
    â€œI didn’t want to take him ,” she hissed. “I wanted you to come over and do that thing guys do to scare other men away so I didn’t have to.”
    â€œCome on, how hard is it to tell a guy you aren’t interested? It’s better than leading the guy on.”
    Violet, fuming, stopped dead in her tracks and faced him with her arms crossed over her chest, sarcasm dripping from her tone. “I figured I’d just take a page from your book and suddenly have to go to the bathroom.”
    He didn’t say much, at least not right away. Finally, he cleared his throat, clearly uncomfortable. “You’re right. That was a dick move.”
    â€œYeah it was.” Not that I ever thought you’d admit it. “So, why are you following me? You’ve made it perfectly clear that I repulse you—”
    â€œI never said you repulse me.”
    â€œYou didn’t have to say it; believe me, your attitude was all the evidence I needed.” She choked on the last word and spun away before he saw the tears swimming in her eyes, nearly knocking a couple of teenagers over in the process.
    â€œWatch it!” one of them snarled.
    Violet ignored them and walked off the path, trying to get it together.
    Unfortunately, she had no time before Dean took her arm and pulled her behind a corn dog vendor and away from the crowds.
    â€œWhat are you doing?” she asked.
    â€œI think we need to clear a few things up.” He seemed so calm, almost amused.
    Oh, hell no. He did not get to be an asshat and laugh at her when she blew up about it.
    Pointing her finger at Dean’s chest and breathing so hard she was sure fire was exploding from her nostrils, she advanced on him, furious when he didn’t budge an inch. When she finally stopped, there were mere inches between them, her heaving chest brushing his as she raged quietly.
    â€œSince the moment I met you, you’ve made me feel like I’m diseased. Wiping your hand on your leg, running off after I bought you a freaking beer without even returning the favor—”
    â€œYou want me to buy you a beer?” He still sounded like he was about to laugh at her expense, and it fueled her righteous