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Midnight Riders their whiskey and beers.
    The strippers gradually warmed to me, though. They started chatting me and Shelley up at the bar when they tired of approaching potential victims (ahem, excuse me, ‘customers’). When Benjy came over and started talking to Shelley, the dancers turned all of their attention on me.
    “Hey new girl, how you like it here?”
    “Hey new girl, you should strip – you got the body for it.”
    “Hey new girl, gimme a diet Coke.”
    If I ever did decide to strip, I think my stripper name would be New Girl.

22
    Jack walked in about 1AM. My heart leapt in my throat the instant I saw him.
    Another person was with him: the blond mechanic from the diner, except now he was wearing motorcycle leathers and jeans. He looked gorgeous, but still had the same stoic expression on his face as the day before.
    “Hey,” Jack said with a grin as he approached me.
    “Hey yourself,” I said, staying as cool as possible on the outside to disguise the raging fire I felt inside.
    The blond guy completely ignored me. “You want anything to drink?” he asked his boss.
    “Naw, I’m good,” Jack said.
    “I’ll get it for you. What do you want?” I asked the blond – partially to let me break away and avoid being alone with Jack, since I didn’t entirely trust myself with him.
    The blond glanced over at me. “I’ll go to the bar,” he said dismissively.
    Okay, now I was getting annoyed. “It’s my job . What do you want?”
    “To go to the bar,” he said as he brushed past me.
    I turned and watched him walk away. “Wow. What a charmer.”
    Jack laughed. “Kade’s just a man of few words.”
    “And none of them even remotely polite.”
    “Look at you. I never figured you for Miss Manners.”
    Now I scowled at Jack. “You’re not doing real well on Round Two, bub.”
    He grinned. “That’s okay. Nothing really good happens till Round Three, anyway.”
    I was about to come back with a quip about how nothing was going to happen at all when Lou walked up.
    “Are you poaching my staff again?” he asked Jack in mock exasperation.
    “What can I say? You hire outstanding talent.”
    “Yeah, she just never seems to work when you’re around.”
    “I am a hell of a distraction…”
    “Ain’t that the truth.”
    “I do still have an hour till closing,” I said apologetically. “I  probably should get back to work.”
    Jack looked at me with a smile and a raised eyebrow; Lou looked at me like I was a dumbass.
    My boss shook his head. “First thing you need to do, darlin’, is learn when I’m fuckin’ jokin’.”
    “And how do I learn that?”
    “Stick around till I’m not joking. Then you’ll be able to tell the fuckin’ difference. Go on, get out of here.”
    He walked off, leaving me alone with Jack and an uncomfortable silence.
    “Well? You coming or not?” he asked.
    My heart was beating hard in my chest.
    “Just let me close out my tabs,” I said, and turned back to the bar.

23
    We walked out to the parking lot.
    There was his bike…
    …which would lead to a ride to his house…
    …which would lead to a drink…
    …which would lead to something else.
    A chain reaction of smaller events that would culminate in an avalanche.
    The only way I could see to avoid it was to not get on the bike in the first place.
    “You sure are quiet,” Jack said as he grabbed his helmet off the seat.
    “I need to tell you something,” I said, my breath tight in my chest.
    “Uh oh,” he joked. “Is this where you tell me you’ve got a psychopathic ex?”
    I’m pretty sure you could handle him if I did, I thought.
    What do I say?
    …how about the truth?
    “I lost somebody back when I was in LA,” I said.
    He put the helmet gently down on the seat, but never broke eye contact with me. “Lost somebody… like a boyfriend?”
    “A cousin. We were really close.”
    “Lost, as in…?”
    “She died.”
    He nodded slowly. “I’m sorry to hear that.”
    “I, uh… I moved