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heels and flounced back into the bar, Melody right behind her.
    Trev immediately stepped back, and Mouse missed the heat of his body.
    “I’m sorry, Beth. I didn’t think about how this was going to look. She’s probably going to march in there and start telling the tale about how she saw you with me. I wasn’t thinking. I just heard what she said, and I couldn’t let her get away with it.” His deep voice had a gravely quality to it that she found oddly soothing even when he was stumbling over words to apologize.
    She stared down at his boots because she worried she might drool if she kept looking at his face. “It’s okay. The worst that might happen is they think old Mouse Hobbes finally found someone who can stand to sleep with her.”
    His hand came out, and he lifted her chin. She was shocked at the dark look on his face. His hands came down and curled around her shoulders, his grip the slightest bit harsh. It got her attention.
    “Don’t you dare say such things about yourself. Not around me. And your name is Bethany.”
    Her heart did an odd pitter-pat, like it couldn’t quite find a rhythm. “I like Beth better.”
    His mouth curved up, and the hands on her shoulders relaxed. “All right then, Beth. No more Mouse. And no more calling yourself old. God, girl, you’re practically a baby compared to me. Spare an old man, please.”
    She snorted. She just did it from time to time. “Yes, Trevor. You look like an old man.”
    “I feel it. Never doubt that I feel it.” His face closed off, and she wished he was smiling again. “Did you drive here? I’ll follow you home. This really isn’t a good place for a woman on her own, and I really can’t go in that bar.”
    She reached around and pulled out her bike. It had been her mother’s at one point in time. It was a feminine bike with a comfy seat and a basket on the front. It was painted a muted green and white.
    A single eyebrow arched as he looked over her favorite mode of transportation. “Are you serious?”
    She shrugged. “I don’t really like to drive much. It scares me.”
    “And being on the highway on a bicycle in the middle of the night doesn’t?”
    Now he sounded like Bo. “I can handle it. I’m responsible for myself, sir.”
    “Fuck.” He said it under his breath, but she caught it. He shifted as though he was in a little pain. “Give the bike to me. We can put it in the back of my truck. I’ll take you home. Unless you really were planning on walking in and hauling Bo out of there.”
    She couldn’t stand the thought that Trev believed that. “I didn’t come here for Bo.”
    “You seem pretty close to him.” His eyes became hooded.
    “He’s my friend. I will admit that I care about him. But he doesn’t want me like a man wants a woman. He sees me as his sister. I really didn’t come here for him.”
    “Why did you come here, Beth?” The question rolled out of his mouth like a silky temptation, as if he knew what she was looking for, but he was going to make her say it.
    “I didn’t want to be alone tonight.” She forced the admission out. Maybe Clarissa was right. Maybe she was pathetic, but by god, she was honest about it.
    He took her bike, easily picking it up with one hand. He didn’t roll it along. He simply lifted it as though it had no real weight. “Come on then, darlin’. I don’t want to be alone, either. You’re sure you don’t belong to Bo?”
    “I don’t belong to anyone.” She didn’t anymore. Her family was all gone. Bonnie loved her, but it was in a distant way. And Bo was too busy having crazy ménage sex. She was never going to be enough for him. She belonged to herself. She was responsible for her own happiness.
    Trev stopped in front of a battered old Ford pickup. It was green and white. It was lovely to Mouse’s eyes. Trev hefted the bike up and gently put it in the back of the truck.
    “This is yours?”
    He smiled, one eyebrow cocking up. “I hope so, darlin’. Otherwise I