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Susan had connected her fist.
    "Fuck you!" Susan yelled, her
eyes avoiding Josiah. If he hadn’t had a grip on her now, Susan would have gone
another round, knocking Erin back where she belonged, on the soiled carpet
under their feet. Both were reactions to her embarrassment for allowing herself
to lose control and for the announcement of her jealousy sliding past Erin’s
twisted lips. Susan averted her eyes from Josiah’s direction, wanting to
scamper away like a frightened mouse about to be caught in the snares of a
trap. She searched her mind for some explanation to why she’d felt the
intensity of such anger toward Erin. Her initial thought had been because of
Erin’s history, she'd quietly tried to convince herself that she only wanted to
steer Erin away from the table so that Tessa and the rest of the group wouldn't
have to deal with her. She’d even tried to convince herself it was because of
the incident with her mother. Then Erin opened her mouth and started talking
about Josiah and an intense jealously coiled inside her belly and erupted like
a champagne bottle after being manhandled. She knew it had been a ridiculous
reaction. Even if she and Josiah went home together, she knew it would be
nothing more than a one night stand. That was her reality. Usually a one night
stand, although not as often as people perceived.

 
    Chapter 6
     
     
    Josiah turned to face Susan, the corners
of his mouth curving upward causing his eyes to sparkle even in the darkness of
the club. He reached out his hand to Susan and without thought she took it as
if it would give her an anchor as her emotions were tossed around on a
turbulent sea. She was uncertain what the gesture meant and uncaring at the
moment of its meaning, she needed something or someone to calm the raging war
she battled within herself. The urge to pummel Erin for all the hurt she’d
caused and somehow continued to cause along with the overwhelming need to run
as far from the situation as she could get, caused a jumbled mess that Susan
had no idea how to compartmentalize.
    "Let’s go dance," Josiah said,
breaking through the rollercoaster of thoughts flying through Susan’s mind. “I
think now would be a good time for a swing lesson to help get rid of that
excess energy you have going on there.”
    Susan shook her head although she knew
the distraction Josiah was offering her would do her some good. "I don’t
want to dance.” Her gaze slid past his shoulders to where Erin stood unmoving.
    "You do now. Let Rowan take care of
her," he said as he motioned to Erin and the bouncer who stood next to
Rowan looking as if he were ready to throw the whole bunch of them out.
    “Seriously, I think I just need some
fresh air. I’ll be back shortly,” she responded releasing his hand, heading for
the exit.
    “Not on my watch,” Josiah told her as he
followed her out the door.
    Susan spun around when they cleared the
door, stepping out into the night air. “Look, this whole not on your watch
thing is getting a little irritating. Now would be a great time to put that ego
away because honestly, darling, it’s not working for me.” She drew out the word
darling as if to mock him, but hearing it pass her lips, she realized how ridiculous
it sounded coming from her, which in turn only pissed her off more. “Besides, I
didn’t realize you were here to watch after me. Last I checked I was a big girl
able to take care of myself.”
    Josiah threw up his hands. “It’s just an
expression. I had no intentions of offending you. Look, why don’t we go back
inside and have another drink? No dancing, just drinking.”
    “I’d rather not. I’m just gonna head
home. I think I’ve punched too many holes in my excitement card for one night.”
    “Come on. We were just getting along.”
    Susan tried to pull her keys from her
pocket, her hands shaking from the adrenaline surging through her body. Yanking
just a little too hard, the keys flew from the pocket of her jeans,