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“I get that. He doesn’t need to get into any fights.”

“I agree. I’ve been there with being touched by some asshat.”

“Damn it,” Scarlett swore when another fight broke out. “That’s it. I’m calling the sheriff.”

Dixie watched Scarlett walk from around the bar and head to her office. It would be quieter making a call from there. Then Dixie looked along the bar to see who needed refills and spotted Noah at the bar. She made her way to him.

“Hey, Noah, what can I get you?”

“Beer, please, Dixie. Bottled is fine.”

“Okay. Be right back.” She got his beer, twisted off the cap, and placed it on the bar.

“Thanks. Where did Scarlett go?”

Dixie sighed. “She’s calling the sheriff’s department because of all the fights tonight.”

“People are trying to work out the frustration of being cooped up, but fighting is not the right way to do it.”

“I know. Maybe the deputies will calm them down.” Dixie smiled.

“One can only hope,” Noah said with a grin.

Dixie waited on other patrons seated at the bar and shook her head when another fight started but she heard the sirens outside and was hoping the fighting would stop once law enforcement arrived.

When the doors opened, she saw Deputy Mark Shaw enter. She smiled, knowing he’d take care of it, but her smile slipped when Logan came in behind him. Damn it. He looked so good.

She couldn’t take her eyes off him. He glanced at her, but then looked away. She couldn’t get over how much it hurt, but what did she expect? She told him to stay away from her, and he was abiding by her wishes. But that didn’t stop the pain.

As he moved through the crowd, she watched him grab one man by the back of his shirt, and pushed him onto a chair, then he took another man’s arm in his hand, and led him to a chair, but the man took a swing at him and clipped him on his shoulder. Dixie saw Logan clench his jaw and shove the man onto a chair.

A few minutes later, Deputy Nevada Shelton entered the bar to help. She sighed as the men who were fighting were led from the bar.

After her shift ended, Dixie drove home, pulled into her driveway, shut the vehicle off, and stepped out. She was so tired. It had been a rowdy night at the bar. Scarlett didn’t allow any trouble, but tonight, it seemed like everyone was pushing it.

Dixie had never seen so many people tossed out by the bouncers and the fights kept on until the deputies showed up. Was there a full moon? She glanced up at the night sky but only saw a crescent moon, so that wasn’t the reason.

Shaking her head, she walked up the steps, unlocked the door, and entered the house. She was about to close the door when a man pushed his way in, making her scream.

“Shut up,” he snapped as he put his hand over her mouth.

Dixie kicked him and he let go. She spun around to look at him, but he was dressed in black from head to toe.

“Get out of my house,” she shouted, then ran to the kitchen where she grabbed a butcher knife from the block on the counter. She turnedto point it at the man. “Get out.”

“Just give me what I want,” the man said.

“I don’t have anything to give you.”

“I need the journal your father gave you.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

The man stepped forward but stopped when she raised the knife.

“We know you have it,” he snapped.

“You don’t know shit. I don’t have any journal.”

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