Around the bar, a similar theme persisted. In the face of the jilted bride dancing on the bar to a country song,

y of suitors who were ready and willing to be her Prince Charming this evening and soothe her aching heart. The wedding dress and boots were a nic

a couple of grand by playing light with her fingers. Knowing that she’d just come from a large con, she wasn’t doing

who would fuck her ov

ve had a dick, he also had a brain. And he didn’t take too kindly to her pretending she didn’t know ho

r, and her taunts were tipt

call the sho

ds on her hips and

stick in her direction. “Now I’m beg

tentions of stepping in, but a

her and commandeered the stick in her hand.

dy,” the guy snarled. “

him. “And she was trying to s

h from my wallet, tossing it down on the ta

ut into me. “Who

. He walked around the table and stopped a foot

I’m

new the moment recognition sparked in h

direction. “You’re that fella from the TV. That law

almost hear her judgment already. With one simple commen

rthouse. You were the guy who opened t

scuss thi

with her arms. “I’m not going anywhere wi

he guy who just saved your ass. And if you don’t leave now, I’ll

d when she pulled back to lo

n,” she announced. “

er and crumpled peanut shells, and then sauntered out the door. I follow

elf into the back seat and shutting the door. She gave him the address, and then out of curiosity

her ag