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Eyes locked on me, he pins me in place for a split second.

That look, seething with hatred, tells me that I’ve become the focus of all that anger.

The fat cunt who dared to speak upandto embarrass him…

Doesn’t take a genius to figure out I’m who he’ll want to suffer for not turning into a quivering wreck at his insults.

But I’m not afraid.

So, to a roar of cheers, I blow him a kiss farewell.

TWENTY-SIX

THAT KISS IS MINE, DAMMIT

“Self-defense or not,you made a hell of a mess, Zachary.” Lex plunks her hands on her hips as she surveys the disaster zone of our booth.

“Huh?” I mutter, watching a smirking Denny blow that loser a kiss.

“The mess!” She jabs me with her finger when I don’t respond promptly enough.

Swatting at her hand, I offer, “We can help clear it up.”

Her nose wrinkles. “You’ll make it worse. Just leave it to me and use another table. And FYI, I expect a doozy of a tip.”

“I think we can guarantee that,” Gregg purrs, jumping into our conversation.

I miss the server’s scowl. Hell, I miss my teammate’s flirty tone too.

I’m mostly focused on Denny.

When she turns away from the door, that smug smile still in place, I bemoan, “That was mine.”

“What was?”

Her airy question tells me she knows exactly what I’m talking about.

“The kiss!”

She snorts. “That wasn’t a kiss. That was a ‘fuck you.’”

“A what?!”

“Not as in ‘I want to fuck you,’ Zach. Sheesh.” She squints at me. “Okay with that, Mr. Jealous and Possessive?”

I don’t like that she taunted him, mostly because that kind of guy takes pleasure in bringing people down.

I can make him piss blood for a week, but if he targets Denny, thatwon’t ease her pain if he finds a way to make her pay for humiliating him in public.

When Lex moves past us with a dustpan and broom, Denny switches focus and grabs the server’s arm. “You must hear a ton of gossip working here.”

“Sure.”

“Are they dating?”

“I doubt it. Addison’s more interested in Zach than Dyers from what I’ve heard.” Lex shoots an apologetic glance at me.

I wince when Denny skewers me in place with a gimlet stare. “Oh, I’m well aware of that.”