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Dean yanked open the passenger door.
    Dean jerked back as if the handle
had burned him, turning slowly, surprise written all over his face.
“What? Last time I checked we weren’t a fuckin’ taxi.” He waved his
hand at me as if to shoo me away. “Go find some othah dumbass to
rescue you, ‘cause we don’t give two flyin’ fucks.”
    Rocker stopped next to me
abruptly, reaching his hand out to the small of my back the way
Matty always did. “Last time I checked, it was my fuckin’ truck, so
you don’t tell me who can ride and who can’t,” he growled back.
“Joey’s family. She’s coming with us.” Dean looked like he was
going to argue again, but Rob shook his heat. “Just shut your
trap.”
    I tensed, not wanting to cause a
problem between the friends, and wondered if it was too late to
catch Mere and the girls. Rob moved his hand from my back to circle
my upper arm as if he sensed I was thinking about bolting. Hawk
only laughed, as if seeing his friends yell at each other was a
normal occurrence, and climbed into the backseat on Rocker’s side.
Dean didn’t move.
    “You know Matty will throw a shit
fit if he finds out you aah takin’ her home.” He glared at me.
“Don’t do it, brothah.” His low voice held a warning.
    “ And you don’t know shit. Get in
the truck and shut your fuckin’ mouth or find anotha way
back.”
    I tried to pull away from Rob, but
he refused to let me go. Of course he’d be here with Dean. The man
barely tolerated me when I was dating Matty and obviously loathed
me now. Why couldn’t it have been Tiny? I groaned. I would not
survive three hours with these men. Dean gave me a nasty look, but
climbed in beside Hawk, leaving me alone in parking lot with
Rocker. “That goes for you, too. Get in the truck,
Joey.”
    “Instead of stopping to get my
stuff, you can just drop me off at my friend’s and then I’ll catch
the train tomorrow, as planned.”
    Rocker walked toward the black beast, shaking
his head and pulling me along. “Naw. You’re comin’ with us. It’ll
be fine.” He opened the door and lifted me up again.
    It was anything but fine. I sent a
quick text to Teagan to let her know I’d be stopping by and she and
Tom better be decent, and then gave directions to Rob. The other
two were silent as tension filled the cab. I could almost feel
Dean’s glare burning a hole in my seat. Music. We needed music.
Without thinking, I leaned over and turned on the radio, surprised
as Midnight in Montgomery filled the air. I couldn’t stop the smile
that formed.
    “Alan Jackson?” I turned to look
at the giant man next to me. “Really?”
    Rob didn’t take his eyes off the
road. “Yes, really.” He didn’t sound annoyed, just curious. “You
got something against Alan Jackson? Or is it country music in
general?”
    I laughed. “No! I love country. I just
pictured you listening to…something else.”
    “ Such as?”
    I couldn’t see his face, but the humor in his
voice was unmistakable. “I dunno… Godsmack. Disturbed. Marilyn
Manson, maybe.” I shrugged. “You know, loud scary ‘stay the hell
away from me ‘cause I’ll seriously fuck shit up if I don’t get my
own way’ music.”
    Rocker laughed. Stopping at a red
light, he turned towards me. “Why would you think that?” I just
stared at him, taking in the whole picture. His outfit said he’d
come to the bar right after work. Beat up work boots of some sort
were hidden beneath jeans that were worn around the knees but still
managed to make him look hot, a beat up tee covered a long sleeved
gray waffle knit, sleeves pushed back to the elbows showing the
tattoos that danced down his muscular right arm.
    A ring graced
the middle finger on his left hand, which he had draped across the
steering wheel, and he wore two more on his right. The scruff
around his jaw told me he hadn’t shaved in a few days, and while it
would make most men look sloppy, it only made him look more
precarious and appealing.