your ass, girlie, but youâll both be leaving now. See them out,â he instructed the bouncer and then moved on to another table.
Chapter 3
âButâbut I still have a friend inside. We came together,â Haley protested.
âCâmon.â The asshole bouncer took her by the arm.
âBig mistake.â Reid stepped in. He had little tolerance for bullies, let alone one whoâd lay hands on a woman. âHands off her. Now. I already told you what Iâd do, and Iâm about itchinâ to make good on my promise.â
Chest puffed, the bouncer moved into Reidâs space. âAll you marines think youâre such badasses, donât you? The minute you put on the uniform, youâre fucking Superman.â
Reid shrugged. âThe Corpsâ reputation speaks for itself. A marine is your best friend or your worst enemyâ¦and I ainât exactly feeling the love right now.â He wasnât the brawling type, but Reid never backed down when pushed to the wall. âThis is your last warning,â Reid threatened.
The bouncer met him stare for stare. âYouâre gonna have to knock me down.â
Reid tensed. He knew the musclehead had a good forty pounds on him, which might give him the advantage of brute strength, but heâd be slow and clumsy. Heâd have to strike first and fast. The dumbass would never know what hit him.
He was about to do just that when Haley interposed herself between them, hands anchored on her hips. âThis is ridiculous. Do heightened testosterone levels kill brain cells or something?â
Both men stared down at her dumbfounded, their mutual antagonism temporarily forgotten.
âLetâs just go, Reid.â She grabbed his arm, dragging him in the direction of the door. Reid hesitated, his eyes never leaving the bouncer. For a moment the asshole looked like heâd follow them out, but then turned away with a shrug.
Once outside, Reid shook his head with a chuckle.
âWhatâs so funny?â she demanded.
âJust taking a mental inventory,â he replied. âFirst, I get my ass kicked at pool. Then, I barely escape arrest for contributing to the delinquency of a minor. After that, Iâm harassed by an overzealous, steroid-enhanced gorilla looking for a brawl, which by the way, would have landed me in the brig. All this within two hours of meeting you. You are a whole lot of trouble in a tiny little package, Haley Cooper.â
âI never should have involved you,â she replied, looking contrite.
âItâs all right,â he said. âTo be honest, I canât even remember the last time I got thrown out of a bar.â
âIt wasnât my intention to cause you any trouble. Iâm really sorry.â
âIâm not,â he countered. âJust wish Iâd gotten at least one punch in. That bouncer deserves to get his ass kicked.â
âLet it go. Itâs bad enough as it is. Theyâre not going to let either of us back in that place for at least six months.â
âDoes that bother you?â
âWell, no,â she confessed. âI hate clubs. Iâm just glad Yolanda wasnât there. She would have throttled me if she got banned from her favorite trolling spot.â
âThen it is all for the best,â Reid said.
âWhyâs that?â
âNow she canât drag you back here again. Problem solved.â
His answer elicited a laugh. He liked the sound.
âBut what about you?â she asked. âYou canât come back either.â
âDoesnât matter to me. I donât dance, and thereâre plenty of better drinking holes a lot closer to base. Besides, Iâm gonna be gone for the next eight months anyway.â
âIraq?â she asked. âI heard what you told the cop. Youâve already been there?â
âYeah. Iâve been to that hellhole.â
âAnd now youâre going
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