"Well, look what the cat dragged in," she says, with glassy eyes and the strong scent of tequila on her breath.
"Thanks, man, I can take her from here," some skinny guy wearing a CrossFit shirt says as he reaches for Caroline.
"What you can do is back the f**k up." I narrow my eyes at him and he pauses. "She's mine."
"Not according to my bar tab." The little s**t must be blind because I'm almost twice his size.
"This is Ronnie. He let me try tequila," Caroline slurs and I roll my eyes. "It's pretty gross but it's less gross with limes. I had two whole shots."
"Well, Ronnie is about to get his teeth knocked out." I see his eyebrows pull together like he's calculating if Caroline is worth the fight. She is, but he wouldn't make it out alive.
"Whatever," he finally tosses out when he de
