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head at him, wanting to choke the living daylights out of him and, oddly enough, climb him like a tree at the same time. It was becoming a real bother, honestly, because the more she looked at him, the better he looked. She loathed it.
    “Really, that’s what you went with?”
    “Hey, don’t knock it until you try it,” he said with a flourish, sweeping his hand along his toned, muscled body.
    Her eyes tracked the motion, and she might have gulped a little when her eyes reached his crotch, shooting back up again quickly. He didn’t miss it, ordering two more shots to fill the awkward silence.
    “Tell you what,” he said as the shots appeared. “You tell me your name and I promise I won’t be so tough on your brothers next time. Deal? I’ll even tell them their sister came and put up her dukes for them. I’m sure they’ll be ever so glad to hear big sister standing up for them.”
    “They’re older than I am,” Sable grumbled, finding another glass shoved into her hand.
    Their palms brushed against one another for a moment and she could basically feel the sparks flying off of his. Frankly, it took her breath away a little and looking at Heath’s expressive green eyes growing wide with surprise, it must have done the same to him. They looked at each other in silence for a loaded second, and then Sable’s tongue moved faster than her mind.
    “I’m Sable.”
    “Pleased to meet you, Sable,” Heath said, raising his glass and they swallowed the shots at the same time. “Now what else are you here for, or am I supposed to believe you came and found me just to tell me that I’m a big ol’ hockey meanie?”
    “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Sable snorted, slamming the glass down on the counter.
    Stop looking at me like that. Stop it!
    But he wouldn’t. He was still staring at her like he was going to eat her for dinner, and the worst part was she sort of wanted him to.
    “Yeah you do. You liked what you saw, didn’t you?” he asked, taking her by the elbow gently.
    Sable was led away from the counter, her brows knit in irritation, yet not a word of protest came from her. She became immediately aware of how big he was, hovering over her, his chest like a wall when he made a path for them through the throng in the bar.
    “So you wanted to come and see more of me, isn’t that right, Sable? So what’s your poison? Do you like being pissed at a guy? Or just like a big hockey cock?”
    Somehow, he’d maneuvered them to a shady corner, away from most of the prying eyes, and when his hand slipped off her arm and down to her waist, an electric jolt flew through her body, equal parts desire and aggravation at him reading her so well. She flung her hand out before she could attempt to stop her brash reaction, but honestly, she didn’t feel bad for it when her hand smacked against his cheek.
    It felt oddly liberating.
    And then his eyes flashed dark brown and his hands clamped around her waist, pulling her against him tight and kissing her like he’d been dreaming of since the first moment he laid eyes on her. As soon as their lips touched, she realized that the guess wasn’t far from the truth. At least considering how her own body reacted.
    Instead of kicking at him, her fingers clutched his shirt and she rose up on her tiptoes, the six-foot-three man far taller than the curvy Latina, and her desire to be as close to possible to him was suddenly all-consuming. The kiss was all tongues and teeth and growls and it left her buzzing like nothing else.
    When Heath pulled away for a second, Sable thought that she’d finally get her wits back, because there was a very loud voice in her head absolutely screaming at her to stop and behave like a professional! Like someone who had to work with these damn hockey brutes on a daily basis! But that voice was lost the moment Heath offered her a better option.
    “Come on,” he said, his voice a strained snarl, his hand grabbing her wrist and tugging her