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as she moved her sweet little body with the grace and fluidity of a professional dancer. An incredibly sexy professional dancer.
    The guys around the pool table headed for the dance floor, and Boone pushed to his feet like a lion protecting his pride. Trish wasn’t shitting him. The woman was fearless, singing to the mesmerized crowd like she was the one onstage, swinging her hair like she was in a music video, and turning on every red-blooded male in the place.
    Boone stood beside the guy she’d dragged to the dance floor, who was practically rubbing his hands together and drooling as she swayed her hips and shoulders to the beat.
    “She’s mine tonight,” the guy said to one of his buddies. “One more dance and I’m taking that doll out back and...” He did several hip thrusts.
    Not a chance in hell . He didn’t care if Trish wanted to be with that guy or not. She was not leaving that bar with anyone but him, and if she thought he’d let some other guy put his hands on her, she was dead wrong.
    When the song ended, everyone clapped, and Trish took a dramatic bow.
    “Thank you.” She flashed a dazzling smile, and her eyes landed on Boone with a look of smug satisfaction. Behind her, a guy with a scraggly beard took the stage and began singing .
    Eastwood reached for Trish, and Boone stepped between them, sliding one arm around her waist and leveling the dude with a dark stare. He’d grown up fighting the good fight with druggies, assholes, and guys who were too stupid to know when they were uncaging a beast they had no business tangling with. He’d never lost a fight, and there wasn’t a man on earth he was afraid to take on.
    “Sorry, man. She’s with me,” Boone said, ignoring the angry glare Trish had locked on him.
    The guy looked at Trish, and she impressively morphed her anger to a mask of sweet apology, driving it home with several flirtatious blinks of her long lashes.
    “I’m sorry. He’s right. I am.”
    “Fucking tease,” the guy mumbled, and turned away.
    Boone grabbed his arm and spun him around. “Unless you want your buddies scraping your pretty-boy face off of the floor, I suggest you apologize to my girl.”
    “Boone!” Trish said with a harsh whisper.
    The guy didn’t respond, and Boone closed the gap between them, staring into his glassy eyes. “What’s it going to be?”
    “Sorry,” the guy growled, then turned and walked away.
    Boone wrapped his arms around Trish’s waist, ignoring her efforts to pull free.
    “You had no right,” she seethed.
    “You’re right. But the way I see it, this was going to end one of two ways. Either you’d walk out the door with that scumbag and you’d whine for the rest of the week about how you’re really not an easy lay, or I could close that door before you had a chance to walk out.”
    Her eyes widened in disbelief. “You thought I was going to have sex with him?”
    “Doesn’t matter what I thought. What matters is what he thought.”
    “You can’t possibly know what he thought. I’m an attractive woman. What makes you think he didn’t want to dance and get to know me, or ask me out like a normal person?”
    “Because you are an insanely hot woman, and while you were shaking your sexy ass out there, he was telling his buddies how he was going to take you out back and fuck you.”
    Her jaw gaped. He guided her arms around his neck. “We’re on the dance floor, so at least pretend to dance. You can thank me later.”
    She was rigid in his arms.
    “Come on, beautiful. Take it as a compliment.”
    He felt the tension in her body slip away, and disappointment rose in her expression, arousing those protective urges again. My strong actress is sensitive after all . He stumbled over my , but one look in her eyes and he knew that even if it was just because they were co-stars, just for tonight, she was his to protect.
    “Did you really hear him say that?”
    “What did you expect? I have to hand it to you, though. You weren’t