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felt when a man touched her without an invitation, that same heat she had first felt when Benny had first hit her.
    "Why don't you go back over there with your buddies, Trigger," she said. “You already got laid tonight.”
    "What? You tryin' to get rid of me? C'mere, just a kiss."
    He tugged on her again, harder this time.
    Chrissy saw red, and she didn't know what she would have done if she hadn’t been rescued by a voice from the entrance suddenly booming out, throwing the room into silence.
    "Get your hands off her, Trigger. Are you so fuckin' drunk you lost your memory?”
    “What do you mean?”
    “Don’t know you remember last night, beyond you getting to bash a moron in the face? You don’t think the last thing Chrissy needs or wants is you pawin' at her?"
    Chrissy looked over to see Rafe standing in the doorway. His face showed anger and disapproval, and once again she found herself marveling at the sheer physical presence of the man. He commanded the room—every eye was on him.
    Trigger immediately took his hands off her and looked embarrassed.
    "Sorry boss. Just havin' a little fun."
    “And you think that getting all bad ass and pushy with a girl we just rescued from some asshole is gonna make her think you’re a fucking hero?”
    Trigger looked at Chrissy and she saw him shake his head remembering. The tough guy melted away abruptly. “Fuck, Chrissy. I’m sorry about that shit. I guess I did have a few too many. Sometimes the thing I’m best at is being a jerk.”
    She smiled at him. The scary moment had passed. It amazed Chrissy that a big and powerful man like Trigger could look so contrite. “It’s okay, Trigger. I’d just rather it didn’t happen again.”
    He nodded. “I got my bearings now.” He looked at Rafe. “Sometimes it takes me a while to put everyone where they belong.” He tapped his head. “In here, I mean.”
    Rafe handed him a beer. “I know, Trigger. Go back to having a nice evening and everyone will be happy.”
    Trigger just nodded, looking pleased with himself for figuring things out.
    Rafe approached the bar and perched on a stool in front of Chrissy, putting his elbows on the bar. He smiled and raised his eyebrows. "It looked like you were about to clock him," he laughed.
    Chrissy felt the tension and adrenaline begin to drain away.
    She flashed him a grateful grin. “As it turns out I didn’t have to, but he’s lucky you saved his ass."
    She noticed Rafe looking at her in a certain way, weighing up her response to Trigger’s actions. It was like he could see that something was up. After a few moments, he blinked.
    "I don't doubt it," he said drily. “Now, a couple of things. First, about Trigger… he lost it tonight. So you know, he isn’t just pretending to be sorry because I’m here—he really means it. That sort of thing happens to him once in a while, but he’s a good man. He was a soldier and did several tours in combat. He has a pretty nasty case of PTSD, but he’s strong and most of the time he keeps in under control.”
    “What if it happens again? I like him, and I need to know how to handle it.”
    Rafe smiled. “Talk to him calmly. Remind him who you are and that you are his friend, that only shitheads treat their friends like that. Coming from you, he’ll respond. I think he has a crush on you.”
    The idea tickled her. “You aren’t just the club leader, are you? I mean, these guys mean more to you than that?”
    He nodded, indicating the club. “Some of us served together. We have a bond. Along the way we picked up a few other guys who have had trouble adjusting. I try to find ways they can work together and use the skills they do have.”
    “Doing what?”
    “Various things. Security, sometimes. People find interesting uses for dangerous people who don’t fit in well and we accommodate them. But the jobs are irregular and so I set up this club as a safe place. A kind of home where they can let off steam without hurting anyone, at