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was a child. The harsh slap against the back of her
hand had caused her eyes to fly open. Her mother had snatched her hand away
knocking over a half-glass of orange juice left over from her latest meal. Sharon’s
nose had flared and her eyes widened as she’d clutched at the blue terry cloth
robe draped over her shoulders. Confusion and anger had been etched on her face
as she had begun to attack Susan verbally with the foulest language Susan had
ever heard flow from her mother’s lips.
    “It’s okay mom,” Susan remembered
saying, trying to reassure her as she’d wiped up as best she could the spilled
juice with tissues she’d pulled from the side table of the bed.
    “Where are my things?” her mother had
asked. “What have you done with them all?”
    Susan had asked her what things and her
mother had sat and accused her of stealing jewelry Susan didn’t even know she
owned. Susan's cheeks had grown hot with anger as her mother yelled at her and
before she could try to calm her, the night nurse assigned to her room,,
Cynthia, had pulled the curtain back. She’d placed a hand on her shoulder, no
doubt to comfort, but it had only made Susan’s body tense. The anger emanating
from her mother had been thick in the room then her words that she didn’t have
a daughter when Cynthia tried to explain who Susan was, pierced her to the
heart. Susan had dropped the tissues and made a beeline to the parking lot,
needing to free herself of the nursing facility and the pain that resided
there. The echo of her shoes hitting the linoleum floors rang in Susan’s head
now. She’d known she shouldn’t have stopped by, but she’d promised her father
and now she wished she hadn’t. She needed this night, needed to be with
friends, and still her mother and her condition hung over her head even as this
sexy cowboy towered over her.
    Susan slid her thumb from the lip of the
bottle to the bottom where it touched the table. As if doing so would erase her
uncertainties and the pains of her life. She pushed the bottle to the center of
the table, scanning the room for their waitress, more out of a need to avoid
eye contact with Josiah than needing a refill. She suddenly felt an intrusion,
as if some outside force were trying to edge its way past the invisible border
surrounding her little group, and her instincts were dead on. Susan watched as
Erin made her way across the bar, not once taking her beady little eyes from
Josiah's ass as he leaned over the table to say something to Rowan. Oh Susan
hoped the bitch would open her mouth, tonight would be a perfect night for her
to put the smack down on her. She wasn't a violent person normally, but she'd
been fed up with all of Erin's shit when it came to those Susan called friends and
she would be more than happy to put someone like Erin in her place and not
think twice about it. She'd heard all the horror stories from Tessa about what Erin
put Cade and Rowan through. Erin had tried to seduce Cade into the bed she
shared with Rowan and on the night of their wedding. As far as Susan was
concerned, if someone played games with her friends, they played games with
her.
    In regards to Josiah, Erin could look
all she wanted because Susan didn’t have a claim on him. She just met him
tonight and who knew if she’d ever even see him again. No one even knew if he
were sticking around or heading back to Texas. There was no way Susan was
letting that conniving little bitch anywhere near the rest of them, though.
    "You'll have to excuse me,"
she said to Josiah, but loud enough for the others to hear, never taking her
eyes from Erin.
    "Where..." She didn’t let
Josiah get the rest of the sentence out before she stepped away from the group
and headed straight for Erin.
    "Erin, wow what a surprise to see
you here," Susan said as she blocked the path Erin's feet and eyes were fixed
on.
    "Susan. What is it, charity night
at The Launchpad? Didn't realize tonight was skank night."
    "Really? I figured