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curious how she became a mechanic.
She'd probably dress him down if he said she didn't look like a car
nut. After talking to her the past few weeks, he’d decided she
would have made one hell of a CEO or some kind of business
consultant.
    But ending their conversation before he went
way too deep into her past was probably for the best.
    He shrugged too and turned toward the crowd.
It would never be a club. Not by a long shot. Whoever was singing
was drunk enough to believe they could have made it as an artist.
The song had a nice beat, and he was drunk enough to not care about
anything else. He spotted a pretty girl near him, not from town, so
he smiled.
    It caught her eye. He rose and went to flirt
with someone who wasn't worse than his ex.
    *****
    Brooke was drunk. Had to be. Anger crept up
her throat and squeezed off any air.
    Hours before, he’d had his lips plastered on
hers, and now he had those same hands she'd craved for, lusted
after, on someone else.
    They weren't a couple, but
she couldn't shake the intense emotion. Yup. She was drunk.
And, not jealous
because that word implied what she felt for him was more than
passing attraction.
    Seething was a better word. For thirty
minutes he'd fooled her into thinking he wasn't the chauvinistic
jackass she'd thought him to be. He was upper-middle class, but she
damn sure couldn't hold that against him, given her own upper
middle-class background. But growing up not having to fight for
every little thing skewed her worldview and likely his.
    Women were all fine and good as long as they
fit his vision. Trophies that could talk intelligently, that looked
incredible on paper. Pesky when they didn't fall in line. He'd
kissed her with passion, but since she was complicated—prickly—he'd
moved on to a woman who had blushed deeply when he had offered his
hand. He'd gone right for the kind of woman Brooke would never be
again. Not for him. Not for anyone.
    Brooke was drunk and stupid for forgetting
that she'd given up soft and sweet for a reason. Stupid for liking
another man who turned from her to find nicer, softer, sweeter
women.
    She jumped at the touch to her shoulder.
Peyton's brows furrowed in concern.
    Brooke shook her head before her friend
could ask what was wrong, and yelled over the horrible singer. “I
just need some air.”
    Peyton opened her mouth to reply, but Brooke
didn't give her the opportunity. She used the wall as a support to
get around the counter then through to the kitchen until she pushed
out the back door in the far corner.
    The spring season inched closer to summer
but still the balmy air had disappeared this late at night. There
were a ton of cars parked in the dirt lot surrounding The Grog.
Peyton had felt it gave the bar a more Western feel than it really
had so she'd chosen to leave the area around it unpaved.
    Brooke kept to the shadows and found a nice
little nook along the building. She closed her eyes and rested her
dizzy head against the wall. Just that easily and without a single
conscious thought, Dane had dragged her back to the moment her life
had changed. She hated feeling that vulnerable with someone else.
Like he could break her with a word, make her doubt herself and her
own femininity. She definitely hadn't missed the sensation that
someone had ripped out her heart and she could no longer
breathe.
    “ Are you sick?” a familiar
male voice asked.
    She pushed out a frustrated sigh, but her
stomach tightened. “Did Peyton send you out here?”
    “ No,” Dane sounded confused
by the question. His voice was closer than before.
    She opened her eyes. He had his jacket
clutched in his fist. She wasn't surprised he was outside. It was
turning into the kind of night where her luck had escaped and
refused to return. “I needed some air. Some air I really didn't
want to share.”
    “ You're drunk, and in a
parking lot outside a bar by yourself. Nothing you say will make me
go back inside.”
    “ You still haven't told me
why you're