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widened her mouth. “Sucks to be
you.”
    “You already said that.”
    “I just said it again.”
    “No shit,” he gripped the steering wheel and
counted to five. “I’m not playing this game with you. Either you
give me that bottle so I can toss it or I’m going to haul your ass
outta here and you can take your chances with lover boy in
there.”
    Her tongue darted out and licked the corner
of her mouth again and for some insane reason, his eyes followed
the movement, resting on her glossy, plump lips. A small puff of
air fell from between them as she exhaled sharply. One…then
another. And another.
    “Can I finish it?” she asked sweetly.
    Shane shook his head, not in the mood for her
drunken games and held out his hand. “Give me the bottle or…”
    His warning hung in the air between them, and
though he knew he should just take it from her forcefully, there
was something about this game that kept him going.
    “Or what?” she asked, licking her lips again
before tipping her head back and taking another quick drink.
“Jesus,” she shook her head. “Danny needs to upgrade his whiskey.
This stuff is shit.”
    “Lady at this point, I’m surprised you can
taste anything.” He paused. “Give me the bottle.”
    He didn’t wait for her answer because he
already knew what it was going to be. Ever since the summer he’d
turned twenty-two, since that first time he’d really noticed Bobbi,
he could probably count on one hand the number of times they agreed
on anything and usually, that only occurred when sex was involved
and they were arguing about who was going to be on top.
    It was an argument Shane always lost because
he didn’t care. Sex with Bobbi, whether she was on top or he was,
was always hot. Always so fucking hot.
    His pants were now so tight that even a quick
shift did nothing to alleviate the pressure between his legs.
Shane’s mood blackened—how the hell could he be pissed and horny as
hell at the same time? In one quick move he grabbed the bottle from
her and rolled down the window, ignoring the curses thrown at him
as he tossed it outside.
    “I would have finished it you Neanderthal.
Want not waste not,” she muttered.
    “You’ve got that backward as usual,” he
glowered at her and snapped, “buckle up.” He turned from her and
glanced into mirror as he backed his truck out and pointed it
toward the road.
    She spewed forth an epic amount of curse
words—even for her—as she struggled with the belt buckle.
    “Been saving those up have you?”
    “What?” She blew her hair out of her eyes as
she continued to fumble with the seatbelt and just when he thought
he was going to have to pull over and do the damn thing up himself,
she snapped it into place and grinned at him. “See?” She leaned
back. “I’m not drunk.”
    He didn’t answer. Instead he concentrated on
the road and decided the only way to deal with Bobbi was to stay
quiet and keep his head low. He would get her home and finish off
the bottle of single malt scotch he’d been saving for an
occasion—if this wasn’t an occasion he didn’t know what was—and he
would damn well forget all about Bobbi and her wedding day
fiasco.
    She settled against the door, still
shivering, and he blasted the heat as an uneasy silence filled the
air around him. New Waterford was well over an hour away and with
the weather sucking like it was, he’d be lucky to get her home in
less than two.
    In fact, the drive home took nearly four
hours. An accident on the Interstate held things up and then it was
slow going after that as the wet snow became mixed with freezing
rain. By the time he reached New Waterford, it was nearly
eleven.
    Shane glanced over at his passenger—one who’d
passed out at the two hour mark. She was curled against the window,
the now ratty looking fur thing draped across her chest, and her
face was hidden by a tangled mess of hair.
    He pulled up at the stop light on the other
side of the bridge and while he waited