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wouldn’t mind fucking one.”
    Justin choked on a mouthful of chicken. “You really don’t beat around the bush, do you?”
    “No,” I said, “I guess not. Subtle as a jackhammer, that’s little old me.”
    At least I’m myself again, and not the bumbling ditz I was earlier. If I’m going to scare him off, at least let it be from meeting the real me.
    We had a pleasant dinner, and I managed to not embarrass myself in front of the whole restaurant again. I’d completely forgotten about the wolf in the ladies room by the time Justin walked me to my car. It wasn’t like me to lose myself over a guy.
    “Well, this is me,” I said. “Where do we go from here? Your place or mine?”
    He lowered his mouth to mine for a soft peck, and I pulled him into a full-on kiss. Our tongues met, danced, and found the company agreeable. I almost whimpered when he pulled away.
    “Peggy—”
    “It’s PJ. No one calls me Peggy.”
    He smiled. “PJ, I like you a lot. But I don’t do this sort of thing on a first date.”
    “Neither do I, Doc. So now that we’re done lying—” I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into another kiss. He indulged me for a few seconds and then pushed away again.
    “Really, I don’t. I’ve done it before, but it always ended badly. I’m sorry.”
    Fuck. His inner Boy Scout cock blocked me.
    He said goodnight and walked around the building to the other side of the parking lot. I felt the first tingles of a very unsatisfying evening ahead. Connor wasn’t trying to get me laid—he was trying to get me married. We weren’t always on the same page, my uncle and me.
    I fished my keys out of my bag and stuck them in the door. The shadow of the car next to mine moved. I didn’t have time to react before a hand was on my mouth. They dragged me into the brush and covered my head with something.
    Another set of hands tried to hogtie me. I got a good blind kick in and heard a groan. The hands that held me down loosened, and I struggled to my feet. I ran, ripping the hood off my face as I went. They followed.
    Whoever they were, they were fast. I felt them at my back before I could get to the parking lot. A hand snagged my arm and whirled me around. I reacted without thought. My fist went to his kneecap, then his groin. He was huge, so I only managed to stun him. His other hand reached for me and I jammed my thumb into his eye socket. That got him to back off.
    He turned away and went to his knees, but his friend was right behind. I didn’t give them a chance to regroup. I turned on my heel and made it back to the lights of the parking lot. My bag was still there. I scooped it up and kept running until I was at the front of the restaurant. A crowd of people stood there waiting. I opened my bag and felt for my gun. Silver bullets worked just as well on humans, if that’s what they were.
    I could see them from where I was, just outside the cone of light from the parking lot. They looked at me for a minute, and the big one paced back and forth twice before grabbing his buddy’s arm and retreating back into the night.
    What the fuck was that all about?
    By now a couple of people from the crowd out front had broken off. One of the men walked over to me. “Are you okay?”
    “Fine,” I said. I did my best to fix my horribly tangled hair. It fought back. “Thanks. I was just leaving.”
    I kept my hand in my bag until I was inside my car with the doors locked. Then I pulled my gun out and stuck it in the cup holder behind the gearshift. I took some deep breaths, shifted to reverse, and went home.
    Connor was working when I got back, naturally. He greeted me with a smile until he saw the condition I was in. He herded me into his office and closed the door. “What happened, Bon? I swear to God, if Justin tried anything—”
    “No, Connor,” I said. I sat down on the chair for clients and felt the butcher paper crinkle under my ass. “Justin was fine. Perfect fucking gentleman. Two guys