It looked like the kind of place well acquainted with shit. Shana had called dibs on investigating the town proper, hauling Caleb with her to do some shopping. Which stuck Zoe with the ass who thought he had the right to dictate her life just because she’d let him get to third base, trolling for clues at the high-class joint where Michael Minor had half-shifted defending his mate from a drunk. The Bar Nothing was filthy enough to be a health-code violation and probably a biohazard, smelled of beer and less savory things, and still managed to draw a crowd of hopeless hopefuls every weekend. Zoe dragged a fingernail through the grime coating the chipped wood bar. “I do not understand the appeal of this place.” Tyler shrugged, leaning one elbow against the bar at her side. She ignored the way his biceps flexed beneath his fresh shirt—she was too pissed at him to notice how mouthwatering he was right now. He’d been hulking over her protectively, shadowing her every move since they walked out of Landon’s place.
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