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barman’s quizzical glance. She sipped this second one, allowing the buzz from the first to catch up with her.
    Evie felt that cold stare again and made a show of turning on her stool to look back at the front door, which let her see the guys at the table out of the corner of her eye. They talked quietly together, but kept staring at her.
    Uncomfortable, she turned back to the bar, sipping her drink and trying to look busy with lots of texts. Her reflection in the mirrored wall above the bar optics showed a face which couldn’t go without make-up anymore. Joel and the other security guys called her Scully, and a few months back she did look a lot like a really young Gillian Andersen in the eyes, lips and top teeth. Her hair was darker though, chestnut, rather than red, and the shade accentuated her paleness from the long shifts, her lack of appetite and the insomnia-inducing brain churn she suffered whenever she started regretting.
    So much to regret—walking out of her pre-vet degree in her final year; falling out with Mom and Ned, moving into an apartment that turned out to be a flea-pit…
    Evie sighed. She just wanted a little lightness back in her life. She’d like to get back to a point where she and Kevin could just enjoy each other’s company again instead of fencing around each other and butting heads over her dancing job at the club. So she stripped. Big deal. It paid the bills and it wasn’t like she was whoring herself.
    Totally weird that Kevin had left home to escape Ned’s constant criticism about his ‘low-pay, low-brain work’ as a paramedic and smoke jumper, but then went on to be just as critical about her need for independence. Without Kevin around as a buffer, she’d only lasted another six months of Ned’s corrosive pressure to come first in everything before nearly having a nervous breakdown in the exam hall over a timed paper she should’ve found easy. She’d quit her pre-vet course at Macon the next day.
    She glanced around the club, but the guys from the men’s room seemed to have gone.
    “Hey Evie.” Ryan slid onto a stool next to her at the bar, putting his hand at the small of her back. “Need a ride home?”
    Evie checked her watch and feigned shocked surprise. “Oh crap, he’ll be outside already!” She forced a smile at the club boss, trying not to run away and look rude. He was a creep, but she needed this job. “Thanks, but my ride should be here. See you Monday night!”
    Before he could answer, she’d made it halfway to the door. As she pushed out into the night, the cold air hit her hard after her two doubles. She swayed a little, then as her vision cleared again, found herself caught between the two guys who’d been staring at her inside. Her heart accelerated so fast she could feel her pulse in her wrists and behind her teeth. The guy in front gave a glittering, unfocused smile and clamped his hands over her tits.
    She slapped him, but it was all she had the chance to do. The guy behind her grabbed her arms and pulled her wrists behind her back, holding her harder than handcuffs as his buddy clamped his damp hand over her mouth and nose, silencing her. He kicked her legs apart and slid his hand palm-up between them, stroking up to her fly. She screamed into his stinking, sweaty hand, but he muffled her totally as he popped her button and pushed down into her jeans, cupping her roughly. The guy behind her tipped his hard cock into the small of her back, making her feel sick. She squeezed her eyes shut against tears of revulsion and frustration. She tried kicking out, but the guy in front kicked back, sending fire flooding through her shin.
    “Uh, Terry!”
    The yell came from the guy behind her. She heard a grunt, and the hand in her jeans yanked out. Even the grip on her wrists loosened just a little.
    She opened her eyes to see Kevin with his forearm round the neck of the guy who’d been groping her, hauling him off and making him choke. Kevin managed to drag him