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to scared. 
    When I was almost on them, he finally let her go.  As she jumped up, though, he gave her ass a smack and mouthed something I couldn’t hear.  Whatever it was, I was sure it wasn’t okay with me.
    I moved Brenna to the side as gently as my temper would allow and squared off to face the jerk in the chair.
    He looked me up and down. “Can I help you?”
    “I think you owe my friend an apology.”
    His shot a leer Brenna’s way. “She’s yours? How much is she costing you? I’ll double it.”
    “ Now you owe her two apologies. Tell her you’re sorry,” I commanded.
    “Fuck off.”
    “It’s okay, Ridley.” Brenna’s tone was uneasy.
    The asshole grinned. “See? She liked the attention.”
    “No, Pancake, it’s not okay,” I said through clenched teeth.
    I grabbed him by his jacket and pulled him up.
    “Tell her you’re sorry. Do it nicely, and maybe I won’t hurt you.”
    He shrugged off my grip and drew an arm back.  With a sigh, I dodged his clumsy punch, closed my fingers over his throat and pressed him into the wall behind him.  His eyes bulged, more in fear than in pain, and I smiled.
    “Go ahead,” I said softly. “Everyone’s waiting.”
    His gaze flicked to the very quiet restaurant.  Every patron had turned our way.
    My hostage’s eyes turned back in my direction . “Sorry.”
    “Not to me.”
    He tipped his head toward Brenna as much as my hold would allow. “Sorry.”
    “Try again,” I suggested. “Spice it up a little. There’s something to be said for apologizing with class.”
    “C’mon, man,” he muttered. “This is humiliating.”
    I raised an eyebrow. “As humiliating as having your hair pulled and your ass squeezed in the middle of a restaurant during the lunch rush?”
    He faced Brenna once more and cleared his throat. “I apologize, miss, for my behavior.”
    “How’s that, Pancake?”
    “ Fine,” she whispered.
    “You want him to say anything else?” I asked.
    “No.”
    “All right.”
    I released my hand from the guy’s neck, grabbed Brenna’s arm, and yanked her toward the front door. 
    On the way out, I toss ed the hostess a tight-lipped smile. “I had a cola. Douche-Master McAsshole will cover the cost.”
    I breathed a little easier once we were outside, but I still had to resist an urge to run back inside to grab a table cloth to cover up Brenna. 
    I pulled her by her elbow to my truck, opened the passenger door and gestured for her to get in.  I stood behind her as she climbed up, keeping my eyes off her ass, and making sure no one else was looking at it either.
    She didn’t speak to me until I was in the driver’s seat with my key in the ignition.
    “What the hell is the matter with you, Ridley?” she asked.
    “With me ?”
    “You can’t just threaten to beat the living crap out of so meone like that! What if he called the cops?”
    I put the truck into drive and pulled out of the parking lot.
    “Then we’d tell them he assaulted you.”
    “Did it occur to you that I could take care of the situation myself?” she demanded.
    “ No, it didn’t,” I said truthfully.
    “Well, maybe it should have!”
    I ran my hand through my hair irritably. “Listen. You came waltzing into the pizza place dressed like an episode of Cowgirls Gone Wild and some freak mauled you and I just reacted, okay?”
    “ Over- reacted,” Brenna retorted. “And that’s not even a real show!”
    “Not yet. But it will be the second a video of you, wearing that outfit, turns up in the Internet.”
    “ You’re the one who said to wear something inappropriately sexy. I just did what you said!”
    We stopped at a red light and I turned to face her. “When I said inappropriately sexy, I didn’t mean quite that inappropriate. Or that sexy!”
    Her eyes went wide , and a loud laugh burst through her lips, making a pedestrian, who was crossing the road in front of the truck, spin in our direction curiously. 
    I covered my own sudden grin with my