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tequila bottle after that weekend in
Cabo.
    But he couldn’t think about Cabo. Or how long it took to
repair their friendship after the trip from hell.
    He had to find Sara before that punk-ass kid did something
Marc would have to make him regret later. He didn’t have time to play nursemaid
to a grown man right now. Besides, Rob could take care of himself.
     
    Sara tried to walk across the parking lot to her car but her
ankles and knees didn’t seem to be working. Good thing she had such a
well-built stud to hold her up. She sneaked another peek at him from beneath
her lashes. The overhead lights showed in sharp relief a layer of darkened
peach fuzz covering his jaw.
    Well, crap.
    She drew back and stopped to look him over now that she was
in better light. Was he even old enough to drink? Although only twenty-four
herself, she kind of had a thing for older guys. Greg was a prime example of
her type—sandy hair threaded with gray, laugh lines around his eyes.
    Damn it, she couldn’t think about him now. At least not like
that. She should think about what a bastard he was. Or the look on his face the
last time she saw him. Better yet, think about Marc with his toned swimmer’s
body and his angular features. Or Rob with his muscular build but those gentle
baby blues. Not a hint of peach fuzz anywhere on those two.
    “Come on, sugar. My car’s this way.”
    Sara snapped back to the present and the drunken face
leering at her. How could she have thought this teenybopper was cute? Or bed
worthy? She was tipsy, not wasted.
    Shaking her head, Sara backed away from him. “I don’t think
so. I’m going to go back inside and see what my friends are up to.”
    “Don’t be like that, sugar. We’ll have fun, I promise.”
    “Uh, I’m actually kinda tired. How about another time?” She
hunched her shoulders and turned toward the bar.
    “Fucking tease.” Peach Fuzz grabbed her arm, his blunt nails
digging into her skin as he spun her back to him.
    “Let go of me!” Sara brought her knee up but missed when he
swiveled to one side. Her throat burned and her head buzzed as he ground his
hips into her, the zipper digging into the tender skin just above her belly.
    “No,” she gasped as she struggled with him. She finally
managed to wedge her hand between their bodies. “Let me go, you son of a
bitch!” Putting all her weight behind it, Sara drove the heel of her hand into
his Adam’s apple.
    He dropped like a stone, flailing and wheezing like an
asthmatic little girl.
    “Not so tough now, are ya?” Sara’s lips twisted into a smug
grin as she turned on her heel.
    A hand clutched her arm, immobilizing her.
    “Let me go!” She struggled anew, twisting and writhing as
his arms seized her from behind. “Rape! Rape!” she shrieked at the top of her
lungs.
    “Holy fuck, Sara. Calm down.”
    Sara stilled when Marc’s words penetrated her panic-induced
fog. She sagged against him as her knees wiggled like a Jell-O shot. “God,
Marc, you scared the crap out of me.”
    “I noticed.”
    “What are you doing out here?”
    “I came to save you.”
    Sara snorted. “Oh my God.” She covered her face with her
hands. “I’m sorry. You want to play big, strong man and carry me back to the
car?”
    “No. I think I’ll play big, strong man and kick the shit out
of this piece of trash.”
    Peach Fuzz had finally struggled to his knees when Marc
headed back to him.
    “Marc, stop. It’s over. Let’s go back inside.” Sara grabbed
his hand and tugged him away from the trembling figure. “He’s not worth it. You
don’t want Rob to arrest you, do ya?” Sara batted her lashes.
    Marc smirked. “I don’t think he’s able to do much more than
stand up right now.”
    “What are you talking about? Where’s Rob? What happened?”
    “Come on, babe. I’ll show you.”
    Sara sighed in relief as he let her tug him away from the
pending fight and toward the bar instead. She had to admit that his
protectiveness warmed her