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wandered to the far end of the bar and sat on a stool. Nathan, he noticed, followed and took the stool next to him.
    “Look, Big Guy, I’m not interested. I don’t date, and if I did, I wouldn’t date you. But I will refill your drink if you’d like,” Joe said with a sardonic smile and a firm tone.
    Apparently, Big Guy was an idiot, Vincent decided, because as Joe set another shot in front of him, he stood up and grabbed her wrist. Both Vincent and Nathan got to their feet, but Joe was quicker. With slow precision, she reached over with her free hand, grabbed a cocktail fork from the garnish bin, leaned on the bar and pressed the fork against Big Guy’s crotch.
    “Unless you want your boys impaled on the end of this and dangling from the rim of my boss’s martini glass,” she glanced over at him and Nathan, “I’d suggest you let go of my wrist and get a grip on yourself. Sometimes when a girl says ‘Fuck off’ she really means it,” she delivered in a quiet but firm voice.
    Big Guy got the hint that time, because despite the darkness in the bar, Vincent saw the colour drain from the man’s face. Vincent grinned as the man nodded wordlessly, resumed his seat and downed his shot.
    Joe smiled sweetly. “I thought you’d understand.”
    Both Vincent and Nathan sat down again and glanced at each.
    “Told you she could handle it,” Nathan bragged.
    “Yeah, Yeah. I see that,” Vincent agreed.
    “You guys need anything?” Joe asked.
    “Nope, we’re good. And, by the way, so are you,” Vincent complimented. “Kept your cool with that guy but were firm. Nice job.”
    Joe just grinned. “He’s all talk. But, I did invoke your name. It helped having you and the big bouncer man here to back me up.”
    “At your service, Ma’am,” Nathan said in his best Southern drawl. “Always glad to help a lady.”
    Joe laughed and walked away as another customer flagged her down.
    “You know, I ran into her earlier today,” Nathan began.
    “Who?” Vincent asked, never taking his eyes off of Joe.
    “Blondie.”
    “I heard. She said you had, and I quote, ‘a weird sense of humour’.”
    “She was walking down Broadway trying to find a store to pick up some stuff. Gave her the guided tour of the Farmer’s Market,” Nathan answered between sips of his beer. “What’s her story?”
    “What do you mean?” Vincent frowned. Was Nathan interested in Joe? Damn, that would be inconvenient. Well, on second thought, maybe not. Vincent remembered a time when the two of them had shared a girlfriend. She had been a hot little brunette who later moved to Las Vegas. Before she had left, though, the three of them had enjoyed some wild and very fulfilling evenings.
    Girlfriend? Now why would I put Joe in that category?
    “I mean, why is she here? She’s smart, pretty, quick on her feet. So why isn’t she doing something else besides bartending?” Nathan asked.
    “She grew up in a bar. Parents owned one up in Springfield,” Vincent answered honestly. “Besides, nothing wrong with bartending as a career.”
    “True, but something about her just doesn’t seem right.” Nathan held up a hand when Vincent would have interrupted him. “Not in a ‘she’s demented and gonna gun everyone down’ way, but it’s more like she’s carrying a heavy burden. One that might crush her someday if she isn’t careful.”
    Vincent thought a moment and had to agree with his friend.
    “Does she have an ex-husband?”
    “Not that I know of,” Vincent said, suddenly worried. “Why?”
    “Probably nothing,” Nathan shrugged and polished off the last of his beer.
    “Nope. Can’t do that. Can’t say something like that then not follow through,” Vincent reminded him.
    “You remember Mary Sue Novack ?” Nathan asked cryptically.
    “Mary Sue?” Vincent racked his brain for a while then finally remembered. Mary Sue was a pretty little girl who had grown up in their neighbourhood. She was always perfectly dressed, hair always