Page 67 of Royally Lucky

“If you had a gun, why the fuck didn’t you have it out?” he growled.

Her eyes narrowed. “It was in my bag. I wasn’t expecting to get jumped.”

His hands went to his hips. “Always expect to get jumped when you look like that and work at a fucking bar.”

She sucked in a breath, feeling the little spark of hope die. Whoever this gorgeous stranger was, he’d been the first to make her want a man, like really want one in forever. Yet there he stood, treating her as if she were trash. Like her mother. “Fuck you very much,” she snarled.

“Listen, we’re sorry. Can we get out of here?”

Blair wanted to hiss at the loser in front of her. Holding him and the others hostage wouldn’t do her any good. She didn’t know the three men. Apparently, they were from out of statesince the plates on their truck weren’t local. “Don’t come back here. You won’t be welcome.”

“Take your trash with you,” the big guy said, shoving the guy up off the ground.

Blair moved out of the way of his stumbling form.

“Thanks for your assist,” Fred said, moving to shake the asshole's hand.

She growled when she saw the man stare at Fred like he was dirt beneath his feet. “Let’s go, Fred. I’ll give you a lift.”

Her friend opened his mouth to tell her he could take himself home, she was sure, but one look at her face and he closed his trap. Smart man.

The End

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