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Logan and Shane discussing a new custo in LA It all blurred into mush and Bobbi threw her napkin down on the table, her chest tight and her breathing irregular

“Are you okay?” Shane asked, his voice low as he turned to her

“Aot? You’ve been sitting beside ot” She shook her head and muttered “Am I okay”

She grabbed her wine glass, fingers gripped tight, and knuckles white from the pressure

“Are you sure you should be drinking that?”

Wait What? Bobbi glared at Shane, suddenly, infuriatingly, pissed off at him “Since when do you care whether or not I drink wine?”

Shane’s face darkened and he leaned so close she could count every single eyelash, every single goddaht now?”

“Get into what?” Her heart was pounding so hard she was sure every person at the table could hear her

“Put the glass down, Bobbi”

He reached over to take it fro with you, Shane?”

He stared at her for so long that her insides went hot and then achingly cold So she hadn’t seen in a very long ti that made her sick to her stomach

“Shane,” she whispered, “what the hell is going on?” She took a sip of wine, not really a conscious lass was in her hand and she needed to do so

“You’re unbelievable”

What?

“Who ordered a bike?”