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this carefully. If he came on too strong,
Sara wouldn’t believe him. She’d probably think he was only trying to intervene
like a big brother.
    “I don’t only like skinny women, Sara. Can’t stand a woman
who doesn’t appreciate food. I need a girl like you. One who loves food. Who
understands the sensuous experience eating can be.” Marc moved in closer to
whisper in her ear, “I adore those faces you make when you have one of your
suicide chocolate sundaes in front of you. I’ve been dreaming about that face.
Wondering if that’s the same expression you make when you come.” He licked the
lobe of her ear then pulled back to see her response.
    Sara stared at him with rounded eyes. “Is that your idea of
a sick joke? The fat chick making love to ice cream? You know what, Marc? Screw
you. I hope some skinny little bitch pokes your eyes out with her pointy
kneecaps.” She shoved away from him and stalked away, the hem of her dress
bouncing with each indignant step.
    “Wait!” Marc groaned. His shoulders slumped in defeat when
she disappeared from view. That didn’t go over well. What the hell went wrong?
How could she think he was making fun of her?
    He had to fix this and fast. Before Rob got out of the john
or someone else moved in on his dream girl.
    Marc looked around the bar but didn’t see any sign of Rob.
His shoulders stiffened when he caught a glimpse of Sara grinding on a new guy.
He wasn’t sure but from behind he looked like that baby-faced punk from earlier
who needed a lesson in manners. Marc watched, incensed as the little bastard’s
hands wandered a little too far south. “Son of a—”
    “Jerkwad! I leave for two minutes and she’s being pawed by
some punk kid? What’s the matter with you?” Rob gave him a not-so-gentle shove.
    “Are you fucking kidding me? What’s the matter with you ?
You really think I was going to stand lookout for you?”
    “So you’d rather her be with that—” He waved wildly at the
dance floor. “Than me? This isn’t high school, Marc. Grow the fuck up.”
    Marc grabbed Rob’s arm as he turned to leave. “You’re right.
This isn’t high school. So I’m not gonna sit on the sidelines just because you
called dibs.”
    “Fuck, man. I can’t believe you would talk about her like
that.” Rob jerked his arm out of Marc’s grasp and stomped off.
    Marc shook his head as he watched his best friend’s
retreating back. Rob always did take life way too seriously. It might be a good
characteristic in a cop but sometimes he was a killjoy even during playtime.
    Marc shook off the gray cloud hovering over his head. His
honey wouldn’t want to play with a grouch.
    If he could find her. He scanned the room again but didn’t
see her or her newly found partner. The bar was too crowded tonight. He wove
his way through the wriggling bodies and tensed as a wandering hand groped his
ass. Quickening his pace, he searched for Sara’s curly mop of blonde hair.
    Nothing.
    He stopped on the opposite side of the dance floor, looking
around the fringes. He nodded briefly at his brother Alan, who was busying
taking an order. Alan flashed him a stiff smile before turning back to his
table. Even from this distance, Marc could see the tension in his brother’s
shoulders.
    Glancing at the occupants of the table, Marc didn’t think
Alan’s problem was with his customers. Clint was Alan’s best friend and Clint’s
wife Stella was a sweetheart. Must be something else.
    Maybe his brother was psychically picking up on his own bad
mood. Of all his three brothers, Alan was the one he was closest to. Although
that might have more to do with their eleven-month age difference than anything
else. They were practically twins.
    Smiling at his own silliness, he resumed his search for
Sara. His gaze landed on Rob leaning against the bar alone with two empty beers
in front of him and a bottle of tequila. That wasn’t going to end well. He
couldn’t believe Rob would even look at a