Page 6 of Liberate Us

“If Idon’t?” I threw at him.

“You willbecause I’m sick of fighting this. I made the first move by giving you mynumber. Now it’s your turn.” He stepped away from me and opened the door.

Before Icould give him any sort of answer, I left the storage room and slowly blew outa breath.

As I nearedthe bar, Shawnee Drake placed a pitcher of beer on a tray resting on the bartop.

“For theguys?” I asked, slipping onto a stool.

“Yes.” Sheplaced a single bottle of beer on the bar top beside it. “For you.”

I laughed,picking up the bottle and pulling back half of it before resting it back down.“Thank you.”

“That bad?”She asked, blowing a loose strand of blond hair out of her eyes.

“I don’tknow anymore.” I chanced a glance at Sammy. He was now sitting with his brotherand a few other guys in a booth across the room. He looked up, his eyes meetingmine. He nodded once.

I gave hima small wave, wondering what we were doing. A part of me wondered why I waskeeping him at arm’s length and thought maybe I should just get it done andover with. Then another part knew. He could break me. Literally.

“Well, Ican tell you that I’ve never seen him look at the other girls like he looks atyou.”

“I don’tknow.” I shrugged, picking at the label on the bottle of beer I was nursing.“He’s hard to read.”

“He is.”Shawnee’s lips pulled into a thin line. “I don’t know, baby girl, but just becareful. We don’t need a repeat of...well...just be safe.”

I nodded,giving her a small smile. “Thank you. I will.” I slipped off the stool andgrabbed the tray as Shawnee placed another pitcher on top of it, along withseveral mugs. “Wish me luck.”

Shelaughed. “I’m not sure it’s luck you need. Probably a little cock.”

I snorted.“I’m not sure it’s so little,” I told her, remembering how Sammy had my handpressed up against his pelvis earlier.

Shawneethrew her head back, a laugh booming through her. “God, I love you.”

I winked,blew her a kiss, and headed toward Sammy’s table when a dark shadow loomed overme.

I jumped,almost bumping into a large man.

“Sorry,pet, didn’t mean to startle you.”

I openedand closed my mouth, but no words came out. The guy was big. Around the samesize as Sammy but older.

“Red, weneed our beer,” a deep voice called out from the table.

“Excuseme,” I whispered, stepping around him and heading to the table of men.

When I reached the table Sammy was sitting at, I looked back atthe mysterious stranger. He was at the bar, talking to Shawnee. She laughedevery so often, flung her hair over her shoulder and smiled widely at him.Either she knew him, or she was just having fun flirting with him. I wasn’tsure.

The older man looked my way over his shoulder, then winked.

My face heated at being caught staring.

“Red.”

“Yeah yeah, hold your horses.” I placed the tray of beer on thetable, finding several pairs of eyes looking back at me, but the pair that setmy blood on fire looked like he was ready to kill the man who spoke only ahandful of words to me.

“You have your beer. Anything else I can get you?” I shouldn’thave been so curt, but Sammy’s staring had me unhinged.

“No thank you.”

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