Page 20 of One Night in Hawaii

I got up and walked to the bar that was crowded with locals and a few stray tourists that ignored the warnings about the place. I leaned against the bar and waited my turn.

“What is a beautiful woman like you doing all alone in a place like this?”

I glanced up and saw a man wearing the ugliest Hawaiian shirt leering down at me. “Who said I was alone?” I asked.

“If I was here with you, I wouldn’t let you out of my sight.”

“But I’m not here with you,” I replied.

I had fended off my fair share of unwanted advances. It wasn’t anything new. He was drunk, which was also pretty normal.

“Let me buy you a drink. I bet you’re a margarita kind of girl.”

“No, thanks.”

“Okay, okay, tequila shots,” he said, grinning.

“No. Thank you, but I’m ordering my own drink and then I’m going to return to my table and finish my dinner.”

“Shit, you don’t have to be such a bitch about it,” he snarled.

I rolled my eyes and turned to the bartender, who had just finished serving a group of guys at the other end of the bar. “Can I please have two more beers?”

As the bartender went to grab the beers, I felt a hand slap my ass. I yelped and turned around, ready to read the man the riot act when I saw Archer cutting through the crowd with a menacing look on his face.

He shoved the guy. “Hey, asshole,” he growled.

The drunk guy turned around. “Fuck you.”

I cringed and barely stepped to the side when Archer decked him.

The man stumbled back, bouncing against the bar, and charged at Archer. I watched, stunned, as Archer hit the man again. People were shouting, urging them both to stop.

Archer reached out and wrapped one strong hand around the man’s throat. “You’re going to leave now.”

Ryder was right there, following behind Archer as they forced the man out of the bar. Everyone went right back to what they were doing.

“Here’s your beers, Shiloh,” the bartender said.

“Thanks.”

I grabbed the beer and watched the doorway. Ryder and Archer came back in, shaking their heads. I watched as Archer went back to the table and sat down. He acted like nothing happened. He just picked up a fry and took a bite.

I was so fucking hot in that moment. I could have dragged him into the bathroom and done him right then and there. I wasn’t typically attracted to the alpha type, but damn.

I took a deep breath and carried the beers back to our table. “Okay?” I asked him.

“Fine.” He picked up the fresh beer. “Thank you.”

“So, that was exciting.”

“Are you mad?” he asked.

“No. Are you?”

“I didn’t like that guy touching your ass.”

I had to bite back a smile. “I can’t say I enjoyed it. He was drunk.”

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