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can play pool with Ethan, but please don’t tell me you’re leaving because of the blonde. I really don’t think Brody’s into her. He’s just using her to make you jealous.”
    “I don’t care what or who Brody uses. My life isn’t here, and it’s definitely not with him!” Her voice rose as to make her point. None of this was Cathy’s fault. It wasn’t her fault that Brody was a pig. It wasn’t her fault that Tara wished it was herself that Brody was fawning all over instead of the blonde bimbo. It wasn’t Cathy’s fault at all. She inhaled another deep breath and then exhaled slowly. “I know you mean well; I didn’t mean to snap.” Tara gestured to the pool tables. “I’m just over it… I don’t want to be here anymore and watching him is driving home my point.”
    Cathy’s brow raised a fraction, and to prove her point, Tara conjured a jumbo-sized box of condoms out of thin air, not caring if anyone noticed her little trick and slid them across the table to Cathy. “I mean it. Give him these and tell him I said to have the time of his life. Maybe she’ll wear his ass out and I won’t have to practice tomorrow. I’m going back to base.”

Chapter 4

     
    Tara gave a conspirator wink to Cathy, grabbed her purse, and headed for the door. Her heels crushed against the gravel in the parking lot. Her skin felt flushed, and it wasn’t from the night air. Her blood pressure was shooting through the roof. All of her personal problems back home, compounded with her sexy partner problems, were enough to drive any woman crazy. A tall, dark figure stepped out from the shadows from behind her SUV, as she was fumbling with her keys.
    Her heart lurched as she stepped back . Peter . She sighed as recognition hit her. “Peter, what are you doing here?”
    “Why didn’t you call me back?” His gaze went down to the swells of her breasts peeking above the dress, reminding her of the scum she’d already run off. “And why in the hell are you dressed like a hooker?”
    Tara folded her arms over her chest and squared her shoulders. “I didn’t call you back because we have nothing left to say. ” She lifted a brow. “And last I checked, you were the whore in our relationship.”
    She pulled the SUV door open just as his hand clamped around her arm , preventing her from climbing in. His fingers encased her arm; his hold tightened in that special kind of way that cops would use to get someone to cooperate.
    “ We aren’t done talking.” He pulled her back, slammed the door closed, and leaned on it, blocking her escape.
    Usually Tara would have just closed her eyes and shimmied away but if she was really going to make a go of trying to prepare for a fight, she might as well start now. Start with someone she couldn’t stand. Tara bit the inside of her lip . She brought her arm up and brought her elbow down hard into the bones at his wrist. His hold on her instantly fell away and she stepped back. Her face felt as though it were on fire. “What’s the matter? Did Justine finally realize you’re an asshole and kick you out?”
    Another man stepped out from behind her SUV and took a step into the light. Just peachy. Could her night get any worse?
    Mitch from the bar; correction, the man from the bar she’d threatened to castrate. Only this time, he had friends. Three big, burly friends who looked just as mean as he did. Mitch chuckled.
    Peter turned toward the sound and was met with Mr. Beefy’s fist. Peter’s limp body slumped to the ground. 
    Mitch patted the bat in his other hand against his palm. “Not so big now, are you, bitch?”
    Big and Burly Number Two, standing next to Mitch, chuckled. “This little slip of a woman got the drop on you? You must be losing your touch.”
    The y started inching away from each other, to form a circle around her. “I think we might need to teach her a lesson.”
    “Seriously !” Tara narrowed her eyes and kicked off her high heels, using every bit of her