goat.
“Well, I’m just saying. Maybe a liar is better than a slut.”
“Last warning,” she said, holding up a finger. “And if you ever call my kid a bastard again, I’ll make sure you regret it.”
Scott’s eyes flashed, but he just grabbed his shot and beer and turned his back on her, muttering a curse.
Remy released a pent-up breath, but she couldn’t relax. This was a nightmare scenario. Everyone in town knew she had a kid. Everyone but Sawyer, unless his brothers had filled him in.
And if Sawyer found out, if he got even the slightest sense that Shiloh was his son…
He could take over Remy’s whole life, maybe even sue for custody and take Shiloh away from her. Just like his father had promised, back when Remy was pregnant.
Giving herself a mental shake, she moved down the bar to refill some more empty glasses.
Between the hometown boys and the Roman brothers, Remy spent a lot of her night avoiding eye contact and ignoring heavy gazes. Every time she turned around, Sawyer was staring at her so intently that he was like to burn a hole through her shirt.
Jared, on the other hand, spent the whole night staring at her ass. He even kept up a running commentary about it, growing bolder and more crass as the night wore on. Around ten, she turned around and found him behind the bar, standing far too close for her liking.
“You know, Remy… I’m real good in the sack,” he said, drunk and dark-eyed.
“Uh huh,” she said. “Get out from behind the bar, Jared.”
She glanced over to find that Tim and Scott were distracted, turned away to ogle Arlene Thompson’s tan legs as she danced around the pool table in a short denim skirt.
“I’m just saying, I always thought you and I should get horizontal. I’d blow your mind, little girl,” Jared said.
He reached out and grabbed her by the elbow, pulling her closer.
“Jared, don’t make me tell you again,” she warned, her heart starting to pound. “Turn me loose and go back to your seat.”
“I like that sassy mouth,” he said with a grin. “Although I can think of other things I’d rather you do with it—”
Then Jared yelped , because Sawyer Roman had wrapped a hand around the base of his neck, stabbing his thumb into a sensitive pressure point.
“Let. Go,” Sawyer growled at Jared.
“Damn, Sawyer!” Jared said as he let Remy’s arm drop. The second Remy was free, Sawyer did something that made Jared drop to his knees with a howl of pain.
Scott and Tim and a few others started to move in, but Walker and Colt Roman had their brother’s back, sidling closer with twin expressions of not-messing-around . The whole bar seemed to go silent, everyone’s eyes glued to Sawyer and Jared.
“You ever touch a woman against her will again, I will make you hurt,” Sawyer gritted out.
He shoved Jared away, looking disgusted.
“You’re crazy, man,” Jared said, springing to his feet. “You went over there to fight, but you didn’t come back right, man.”
“You want to find out just how wrong I am?” Sawyer offered, stone-faced.
“Naw. Hell, you two deserve each other,” Jared said, backing around the bar to escape. “Scott, Tim, let’s get out of here.”
Remy watched them leave, belatedly realizing that she was trembling. She glanced at Sawyer, who watched her closely. Several things bubbled up in her mind at once.
Thank you , and By the way, I had your baby , and I never want to see you again were amongst them.
Instead, she blurted out, “You didn’t have to do that!”
Sawyer didn’t even flinch.
“Remy, I was hoping—” he started.
“I have a lot of work to do,” she said, the words coming out as rudely as possible.
He hesitated, then nodded and moved back toward the booth with his brothers. Hands shaking, Remy went about refilling drinks and wiping down the bar.
The whole time, in the back of her mind, all she could think about was the day that Arlo Roman had showed up at her house, wanting to talk .
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