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some friendly chitchat, nothing more. She couldn't even blame him for leading her on because he hadn't.
    She watched Harper, who was pouring on the charm, and was consoled by the fact that Deacon didn't seem to be showing much interest in Harper either, outside of the same sociable chitchat he'd shared with her.
    Harper leaned in as the band began playing another song and whispered in Stefani's ear, “Remember what I said, Stef. He's mine.” She patted Stefani's shoulder. “Thanks for waiting and keeping him company for me. I owe you.”
    Stefani looked hard at Harper's smug face as Harper wriggled her body between the barstools. Deacon and Stefani's barstools. What would Harper do if the situation were reversed? Would she back off quietly or would she still go after Deacon? Of course Stefani knew the answer. Harper would definitely go after him reasoning that he was fair game until he made the choice of whom he wanted. She frowned as she watched Harper in action. Harper was pulling out all the stops now.
    Harper touched Deacon's arm and batted her large baby blue eyes at him. “I guess it's true what they say,” she cooed as she firmly pressed her fingertips into Deacon's bicep.
    â€œAnd what's that?” Deacon asked.
    â€œEverything really is bigger in Texas. And, I'm assuming everything ,” she said seductively as her eyes drifted to his crotch.
    Stefani couldn't believe her ears. Could Harper make herself any more obvious? She'd never been so blunt before. Stefani was embarrassed for the both of them and didn't want to know what Deacon was thinking right now. He'd most likely judge her by the company she kept, thinking she was like Harper. Deacon's opinion of her would certainly take a dive.
    Deacon cleared his throat. “I don't know about that.”
    â€œWell, I certainly wouldn't mind finding out,” she said resting a hand on his knee. “Maybe later.”
    â€œWhy were you so late, Harper?” Stefani asked.
    Harper looked at her almost surprised that Stefani was still there, then put her hand to her lips and laughed softly. “I lost track of time. You know me.”
    Stefani rolled her eyes toward the ceiling. Did Harper realize how ridiculous she sounded? “You could have called or at least answered my texts.”
    She shrugged. “My phone was in my purse. I didn't hear it.” She sighed. “I need to remember to take it off vibrate when I'm home.”
    â€œThat's what I thought.” Stefani blew her breath out. She wanted to tell her what she really thought, but bit her tongue and instead decided to change the subject. “I'm glad the Adams Boys are playing tonight.” She looked at Deacon. “They're the best band around, Deacon, if you like this kind of music. They play a lot of older songs, too.”
    â€œI do. I like songs I can understand the words to.” He smiled at Stefani. “Not like some of that stuff out today.”
    â€œThe Adams Boys definitely are the best.” Harper tapped her foot on the wooden floor in time to the music. “What does a girl have to do around here to get a drink?” she asked Deacon in a seductively helpless voice.
    â€œWhat you usually do…signal the bartender,” Stefani said flatly.
    Deacon grinned at Stefani while Harper shot her a dirty look. He motioned to the bartender.
    Stefani's jaw clenched. Deacon appeared to be eating up Harper's act. And an act is what it was, and it disgusted her. She couldn't sit here any longer. She felt like a third wheel.
    After Deacon placed Harper's order, he turned to Stefani. “What can I get you? Another glass of wine?”
    Stefani shook her head. “Nothing right now. Maybe later. Thanks.”
    While Deacon was waiting for the drinks, Harper again whispered into Stefani's ear. “Guess who's going home with me tonight?”
    Stefani bit her tongue. The rage inside of her was building. She glanced at Deacon and