There's Only Been You

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spun around.
    Not knowing him well enough to predict what he might do, Sara grasped his arm. “Please, let it go. The movie's about to start and they'll settle down once it does."
    He turned back to look at her, brow raised. “Heck, I was just going to flash my badge at them.” He shook the tub of popcorn. “You're going to help me eat this, aren't you?"
    Relieved, Sara smiled and reached for another handful.
    * * * *
    Mike headed for the exit as soon as the credits started rolling, not wanting to take a chance on being seen by Sara. There had been one close call when she'd gotten up to, he assumed, run to the ladies’ room. Luckily, she never even glanced his way as she passed by.
    But he found it quite interesting that as soon as she was out of earshot, Thomas had pulled out his cell phone and made a quick call. And from the furtive way he'd glanced around beforehand, Mike was confident the call had something to do with his ‘second’ job.
    Mike was safely behind the wheel by the time Sara and Thomas walked out of the theater. He waited until they turned onto Holmgren Way before pulling out of the parking lot to follow. He hoped the jerk would just take her home. But as they drove right past the turnoff that led to Sara's neighborhood, Mike gritted his teeth in annoyance.
    Five minutes later, they pulled into the parking lot of Shady's nightclub. Shit, Mike thought, as he drove past the first entrance and turned into the second. The lighting inside Shady's, although probably dim, would certainly be brighter than inside the movie theater. Which made the likelihood of his being spotted too big a risk to take. He would just have to sit in his truck and pray that they weren't inclined to dance the night away.
    And he'd also have to resist the urge to call a tow truck and have that yellow eyesore dragged to the nearest body shop.
    Mike watched Thomas escort Sara across the parking lot, his hand practically riding her ass. He let out a heartfelt sigh and leaned back, his booted foot going up onto the dash. Damn, it was going to be a long night.
    * * * *
    He sat up with interest when Thomas exited the club a short time later with his cell phone plastered to his ear and Sara nowhere in sight. He crossed the parking lot, swung his truck door open, and climbed behind the wheel.
    Mike pulled a pair of binoculars from his glove compartment, wishing he could read lips as he brought the lenses into focus. Thomas looked downright pissed. He smacked the phone against the steering wheel then pitched it onto the dash.
    Mike leaned back and set the binoculars on the seat. Very interesting.
    He was massaging the bridge of his nose when he caught sight of Sara in his peripheral vision, heading toward Thomas's truck. Mike wanted to run out there, toss her over his shoulder, and steal her away.
    He followed them back down the highway and breathed a sigh of relief when they turned into Sara's neighborhood. Mike watched through binoculars as Thomas walked Sara to her front door. She turned around to face him, and Mike's jaw hardened as he watched the scumbag take her hands and bring them to his lips.
    "You don't want to kiss that jerk,” Mike whispered, clutching the binoculars in a death grip.
    Thomas leaned in for a kiss, but much to his delight, Sara turned and presented him with her cheek. Mike wanted to stick his head out the truck, laugh tauntingly, and flip him the bird.
    He settled for just flipping the bird.
    Ten minutes later, Thomas pulled into the parking lot of a little dive called T&R's Place. Mike purposely drove past the entrance, then made a U-turn a couple of blocks down the road. Thomas was just entering the bar when Mike pulled into the parking lot.
    No longer concerned with being recognized since Thomas had no idea who he was, Mike followed him inside.
    The place was small, dimly lit, and reeked of beer and mold. Not a pleasant combination by any means. Mike hung back while Thomas paid for his beer and continued on to

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