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pointed out.
    “We were never really close, Shy,” she replied.
    Shy tried a different tactic. “Used to see you all the time, Tab. Now I never see you.”
    “I’m busy.”
    “You were busy before and I still saw you.”
    “Now I’m busy…
er.
”
    He shook his head and moved closer. She stood her ground but he saw her body go stiff. He ignored that and continued, “You’re avoiding me and have been since that shit went down a while back.”
    “What shit?” she asked, and she was so obviously attempting to pull the wool, he almost smiled because it was fucking cute.
    Damn.
    “You know what shit,” he replied.
    “Shy—” she began, moving back, but he caught her by her upper arm and she went still again.
    He leaned down so their faces were close.
    Jesus, she had a fantastic mouth.
    “It was harsh, babe, way harsh,
too
harsh. I see that now, but it’s been over a year and you’re still freezing me out. This shit can’t go on, Tabby. We’re family.”
    He saw that fantastic mouth of hers twist in a way that made his gut do the same before she whispered, “We’re not family.”
    “We’re both Chaos,” he reminded her.
    “We’re not family,” she repeated.
    “Babe—”
    She twisted her arm out of his hold but didn’t move away when she spoke.
    “My
family
talked to me about the shit that went down with that guy after it happened
years ago
, Shy. Ty-Ty, Dad, Rush were
there
for me. I screwed up, things with Mom were bad, she was always all over me even when I didn’t do anything wrong. I was sixteen and stupid so, I thought, what the heck? If I was going to be in trouble anyway, I might as well do something to be in trouble for, and I was with a guy who was way too old for me. He tried it on with me, it flipped me out, and when I said no, he wasn’t cool. He hit me, hurt me, and I called Tyra to help me out. She called you to take her back. And, well, you were there. You know the rest.”
    “Tab—” Shy tried again, now trying to cut in because he could tell going over the past was not somewhere she wanted to be but Tabby kept talking.
    “When they confronted me about it, it wasn’t comfortable but it was honest and gentle and what I needed. Sheila took me aside and she asked me and
listened
to me when I had to let go of shit about Mom. Arlo took me out for a hot dog and a discussion on how to spot a good guy and when to know when a guy’s a jerk. And all of them had my back for years after that went down to make sure nothing like that went down again. It was overboard, overprotective, and annoying but at least it was loving.” She shook her head. “But you…
you
made assumptions. You showed you decided exactly the kind of girl I was that night when that guy took his hand to me without knowing one single thing about me. I wasn’t what you thought, Shy. I didn’t need your shit and I also didn’t deserve it. Family doesn’t make judgments. They talk. They support. You made a judgment. You acted on that judgment. You doing it hurt me so that means you are
not
my family.”
    After gutting him, she turned on her boot, stomped to her car, folded her curvy, little body in and then she was off, leaving Shy standing at the side of the road.
    * * *
    Four months later…
    Shy sat on his bike, pissed. Construction jacking up downtown and some show getting out at the Denver Center for the Performing Arts meant traffic was jammed every-fucking-where.
    He watched three cars get through the light and didn’t budge on his bike before they were back to red and he was back to thinking he’d ride his bike up on the sidewalk to get past this shit. The cars were so jacked, jockeying for position to make it to the single lane they had to get through, he couldn’t even ride between to get the fuck out.
    He sat back and turned his head, gliding his eyes through the waves of people crawling over the sidewalks, crossing the street and climbing down the stairs at DCPA, when his eyes passed through her and