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"You didn’t"

"Everybody on the plane noticed you, darlin’" He grins "I just figured you and he were, you know" He looks froain

"What, Daniel? No way!" Lacey snorts with laughter "We go way back He’s like a brother toto tell o, it still burns to hear her say it

"Good to know," the Douchebag gives her a long look, not even trying to hide his stare His eyes linger on her brsts, wrapped up like a Christift in that red silk, and I have to clenchover and throttling the s expression off his face

"Did you call Juliet yet?" I change the subject, focussing back on Lacey Her face drops, and I feel bad for ruining her good et her away froe "You should call now, let her knohat happened She’ll worry," I add

Lacey sighs "Fine," she slides down off her stool in a ripple of fabric "I’ll be right back," she coos at the Douchebag, sliding her hand along his shoulder as she passes

We both watch her go, the swing of her hips as she sashays out to the lobby, reaching into her purse for her phone Douchebag is practically drooling, and I feel a flash of guilt: I’ after her like this

Except you won’t be doing anything about it, I remind myself

The one, I take a step closer and dropstares back, confused "What?"

"Put the drink down, pick your ass up, and get the fk out of here Thisthat I’ snorts, looking me up and down "Sorry, dude, you’re too late Don’t bla "The crazy ones are the best, right? They let you do all kinds of fked-up shit"

I see red

He lifts his hand to gesture to the bartender, but Iit down between us, twisting and applying the pressure just so

Douchebag lets out a strangled yelp of pain "What the fk, man?"

"You ever learn jujitsu?" I ask, ers, dangerously close to breaking point "No, of course not It’s not flashy like kung fu, or kickboxing You don’t get to throw punches, feel like a big shot"

Douchebag whi to keep ht out of their sockets

"Me, I like it," I continue quietly The bartender’s just down the bar fro, we’re just having a pleasant conversation "It’s all about precision, see The tiniest amount of pressure can rip the sain "Another inch, and I’ll break all your fingers," I tell hi Lacey the fk alone?"