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gets bored, though. He’s made some good investments, so work isn’t a big concern for him.” Sarah took another pull from her bottle and watched as a pair of locals seemed to be gearing up to approach the table. “We’re about to have company.”
    Stephanie stiffened and tried to look casual as she glanced around. “Are the guys here?”
    “Not the ones we’re waiting on,” Sarah chuckled, “There are a couple of locals that have been eyeing us since we sat down. They’ll probably gather enough courage to come over here shortly.”
    “Oh.” Stephanie looked nervous, and Sarah was getting suspicious. She’d been running and hiding long enough that she knew the signs.
    “Stephanie, I need you to answer something for me and give me an honest answer. I’ll know if you’re lying to me.”
    “Sure.”
    “Who are you running from?”
    Stephanie’s eyes rounded, and Sarah knew she’d hit the nail on the head. Unfortunately, their admirers finally gathered their guts enough to head over.
    “We’ll finish this conversation in a minute.”
    Stephanie merely nodded.
    “Hey there, ladies.”
    “Hey, yourself,” Sarah replied.
    “You know,” the scraggly blond began, “you’re so cute. You remind me of my pinky toe.”
    A startled laugh escaped Stephanie. Sarah simply replied, “And why is that?”
    “Because, eventually, I’m going to bang you up against every piece of furniture in my place.”
    Of all the nerve! Sarah was just about to deck his sorry ass when a bottle smashed into the side of his jaw, laying him out flat on the sticky bar floor.
    Stephanie was on her feet, panting and still clutching the neck of the bottle. His friend was just pulling back his arm to swing, when Sarah gave him her ol’ one-two combo—one to the nuts and two to the face.
    Nighty, night.
    The next thing she knew, she and Stephanie were in a mess of angry drunks. Sarah wasn’t sure if Stephanie was able to fight or not, but she seemed to be holding her own…at least until the cops showed up.
    Within moments, the place was swarming with uniforms. Damn small towns. Everything was so compact, it took no time at all to get anywhere. Which meant that their guys should be arriving soon, too.
    Uh, oh .
    And with the lovely boys in blue cuffing everyone involved, this date night was a bust now for sure.
    “Erik is going to be so irritated with me,” Sarah groaned, “I can’t believe they’re arresting us! We were defending ourselves!” she shouted at the officers and toward the bartenders who were trying to get through the crowd.
    Sarah heard them. They were yelling, trying to be heard over the chaos, but the police were determined to arrest all involved and sort it out at the station.
    As they were escorted out, in shiny cuffs no less, she caught sight of a stunned Erik and an equally shocked Abraham.
    “Sorry, guys,” she hollered as the police none-to-gently stuffed her into the back of the cruiser.
    Half an hour later, once they were ushered into the station and she and Stephanie were settled in a cell, Sarah apologized to the other woman. “Sorry about that. I didn’t think things would get that out of hand. I’m glad to know you don’t have a problem holding your own though.”
    “Don’t worry about it. I probably shouldn’t have belted him with your bottle, but I couldn’t help it. I reacted before my brain could catch up with my actions. It’s just nice to know that I have a friend who’s got my back.” Stephanie rubbed her knuckles.
    “I’ll have to show you a few moves and how to throw a decent punch. If you don’t do it right, you can break your hand.” She studied Stephanie for a few moments. “You want to tell me about who you’re running from?”
    “Not just yet. I need to take a little time.”
    “I understand. I’ll be here when you are ready, though.” Sarah reached out and patted her hand. “Can I ask you something, though? It’s kind of personal and embarrassing…on my end,