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definitely something though. One day, she would find her answers to those questions. For tonight is for her birthday, and not for assessing the relationships she had had in the past.
    Sighing, Chloe picked up her wine and cradled it closed to her chest. Eyeing once again the dancing couples, she silently wished them all well in their journey to their own happily ever after.

Chapter Eight

    Knock-off time and about bloody time, too, Randall thought. It had been one hell of a day. Randall couldn’t recall a day where he had issued so many fines while being out on patrol. It had taken him a good couple of hours to write up all the reports on the arrests made and the fines he issued. Now walking out the front door of the station at eleven pm at night, the last thing he felt like doing was going home to a cold, empty bed again.
    Pulling away from the station, Randall headed for the pub instead. Mick had called him earlier in the evening saying he was going to try and head down to the pub at some stage tonight. Probably because he knew Mary J was on tonight. Randall shook his head. Mick had no idea how obvious his infatuation for the sassy redhead was.
    Who was he to judge? Randall had his own infatuation with a certain woman with long, flowing, caramel locks. Hazel eyes that said so much about the woman behind them. A luscious body with just the right amount of curves in all the best places on a woman. And creamy ivory skin that cried out to feel the heated touch of his hand on her bare flesh.
    Now who had the obvious obsession for a woman, he sniggered to himself while pulling into the parking lot at the pub. Locking his truck up, Randall scanned the parking lot for Mick’s big arse of a truck. He couldn’t see it parked anywhere close by. Shrugging his shoulders, Randall made his way inside.
    Hitting up Mary J for a beer, Randall leaned against the bar and watched the people milling around him. A blonde chick, who sat further up the bar, raised her glass in his direction. Randall had no interest in picking up a bed warmer tonight. So when the blonde didn’t take the hint he gave her that he wasn’t interested, she made her way over to him anyway. He sighed loudly. Great, now he had to warn her off of him.
    “Hey, stud, how you doing tonight? Want some company?” the blonde chick asked him.
    “Nuh, I’m good, but thanks for the offer, sweetheart,” Randall said to her then turned his back on her. The blonde huffed and walked away from him.
    Lifting his beer to his lips and taking a long swig of the cooling amber liquid, his eyes happened to fall upon a sexy woman sitting alone at the booth in the far right corner of the bar. Everything inside of him went on full alert. Fuck, it wasn’t just some woman, it was his woman—Chloe. What the hell she doing here by herself? Shaking his head, Randall downed the rest of his beer then ordered another one before making his way through the Saturday-night crowd to get to her.

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    Chloe was in a bit of a daze. The wine she had been sipping had mellowed her out, taking away the ache of loneliness she had been feeling all night long and replacing it with a warm buzzing feeling. Shit, she was probably a bit tipsy, after downing nearly two glasses of wine here and one at home, too.
    Over the past hour or so the crowd had built up in the pub. The live band revved up all the patrons. Beer flowed. So did the ever-present suitors trying to persuade her onto the dance floor. She declined all of them, of course. The only person Chloe wanted to waltz around the dance floor with was Randall. Jon Randall.
    Sensing another dancing suitor approaching from the left, Chloe placed her elbows on the table and rested her head in her hands. When the wannabe suitor was standing near her table, Chloe grumbled out to him that she was not interested in dancing with him and to leave her the hell alone. She didn’t even bother to look up at him either as she spoke. So when she heard the rumble of