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It was going to be one of those nights.
The moment Jac spotted Buck in the doorway of the bar, she knew there would be trouble. He had that look about him. The one that said half a pint and he’d be looking for a fight and didn’t care where he found it. The one that had led to him coming home at two in the morning once and trying to use her as a punching bag.
Only years of working in a bar and a healthy dose of oh hell no had saved her from a beating. It had cost her a four-year relationship, but she wasn’t anyone’s punching bag. Not anymore. She’d done enough of that when she’d been a kid.
Keeping a careful eye on Buck, she waited until he sat down in the corner near to another man. Chaz was a good friend of Buck’s. They’d known each other since childhood. She breathed a small sigh o
