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okay?”
    “Sure.” He grabbed for his wallet. “What do I owe you for the drink?”
    “It’s on the house for trying to protect me from drunk assholes. Thanks for that, by the way. I would’ve handled it, but seeing his teeth knock together when you shoved him against the bar was pretty entertaining.”
    His mouth curved into a full smile then. “Anytime, sunshine.”
    After one last look, he headed back to his table, and she didn’t talk to him again until he and her friends said good-bye for the night. When he walked out of the bar, all the starch drained out of her. She tried to stay busy, keep her energy up, but as the crowd thinned and the night stretched on, the finality of her and Gibson’s situation weighed on her. When the last customer headed out the door, she sagged back against the counter and closed her eyes, rubbing her brow.
    “Everything okay?” Angie asked.
    Sam opened her eyes to find her current manager-in-training cleaning a glass and giving her a concerned look. Sam shook her head. “I’m fine. Long night.”
    Angie nodded toward the back. “You should get out of here, then. Billy and I can lock up. I’ve got the hang of the closing procedures by now.”
    Sam stretched her neck and glanced at the empty bar. Usually she stayed and helped to put things back in order, but she’d worked every night this week preparing for her time off, and the thought of staying any longer suddenly felt like a prison sentence. “You sure?”
    “Of course. Your vacation can start now. Go. Get some rest.”
    Sam smiled. “Why haven’t I made you assistant manager yet?”
    “Because you’re too much of a control freak. But I’ll be more than happy to accept that promotion when you get back.”
    Sam pushed off the bar and patted Angie’s shoulder as she passed. “Consider it done. And if anything happens thisweek, you can call me—”
    “I’ll call Marvin,” she said, cutting her off. “You’re on vacation, not on call. Forget about us for a while.”
    “You’re a bossy thing.”
    “Hello, Kettle, you’re black. Love, Pot.”
    Sam rolled her eyes. “Fine. Point taken. I’m out of here. Don’t forget to lock up the safe and check—”
    “The side door. I know. Go.” She shooed her with her hand.
    Sam didn’t protest this time and went into the back room to grab her purse and keys. The spring night was cool and dry as she exited the side door and headed through the alleyway toward the parking lot. Her worn Vans were silent on the pavement and after the constant roar of the bar, she welcomed the quiet night around her. But despite the peacefulness, she held her little bottle of mace in her right hand.
    This area of downtown was pretty safe, but she didn’t take that kind of thing for granted. You were never really safe. She’d learned that the hard way bouncing around foster homes and group homes, running into people who thought her petite size and vulnerable circumstances made her an easy target. Danger pounced when you let your guard down.
    It’s why in her first semester in college, she’d taken a Krav Maga course and learned how to protect herself. It’s why she always carried mace. And it’s why when she turned the corner around the building and saw a familiar face heading her way, she didn’t hesitate to raise her hand and aim.
    Idiot number one from the bar fight was glaring back at her, but he lifted his hands. “Easy, now, darling. I’m not here to cause trouble.”
    “Bullshit,” she said, finger on the trigger of her mace, her heart trying to pound out of her chest. She dipped her other hand in her purse, blindly feeling around for her phone. “You need to back off and go home.”
    He smiled. “I was just coming back because I left my wallet at the table. I need to get back inside.”
    “You can come back tomorrow. I’ll let the staff know to put it aside for you.”
    “I can’t wait that long.” He took a step closer.
    “I said back off, asshole.” She put