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realized too late what he’d done as he jerked away from her. “Sorry,” he muttered.  
    A strange look crossed her face before it disappeared into a blank mask he could no longer see through. Although he didn’t always read humans right, he understood women and he’d swear he got a glimpse of pure, unadulterated hunger. She hastily dropped the drink on his table and rushed away.  
    Thoroughly annoyed with both his reaction and the assholes sitting nearby, he sat back in his seat and swiped the beer from the table.  
    A glare from one of the dicks at the next table made it clear they’d seen his little faux paus. He lifted his mug in a mock salute and drank the entire glass in one breath.  
    “Asshole,” someone said.
    Gage grinned. He didn’t need to start a fight with some jerks in leather cuts, but cutting into their bullshit plans with the waitress gave him more satisfaction than he expected. Unfortunately, the door swung open and another group of bikers walked in and joined the assholes at their table. Except these weren’t ordinary men, he scented a shifter among them.
    The two he’d overheard before filled in the newcomers and they all turned to stare at him. He had a bad feeling this wasn’t going to go well when two of them edged closer to him.
    “You trying to horn into our territory mijo?”
    Gage had no idea what a mijo was, but he didn’t need to. He saw the thirst for blood in their eyes without need of words.  
    “I don’t give a crap about your territory. What I do have a problem with is you and your friends insulting the pretty waitress.”
    All the men gathered around the table laughed. A younger human one spoke next. “Seriously? You’re going to start trouble over some fat bitch waitress?”
    Gage lunged at the same time the woman in question gasped.  

Chapter Three

    Sienna stared, momentarily stunned by the fact one of the grungy, but better looking than most of his friends, bikers she’d been waiting on hand and foot all day had called her a fat bitch. It wasn’t the first time she’d heard those words and she doubted it would be the last. However, that was rich coming from a group of scraggly bearded, dirty clothes wearing jerks with beer bellies straining their no longer pristine white wife beaters.
    Yes, she was a big girl, but she’d been nothing but nice to everyone in this bar no matter what crap came out of their mouths.  
    She didn’t care anymore that some of them looked good and she’d spent some time this afternoon wondering what they looked like underneath the too long hair and the overgrown facial hair.
    I am not a bitch.
    When one of the tables in front of her crashed to the ground she broke free from her internal thoughts keeping her frozen with a squeak. Fists were flying and there were a lot of strange growls coming from within the free for all.  
    “Enough.” Tiny Mae came around the bar with a shotgun in her hand. “You boys take that shit outside right now or a round of buckshot is going in someone’s ass.” To emphasis her words, she cocked the shot gun, the sound of a bullet going into the chamber ricocheting through the bar.
    To Sienna’s amazement, fists stopped in mid air and heads turned toward the old woman leveling a gun at their backs. Slowly they stood, some pulling their buddies off the floor along with the table and chairs.  
    “Glad to see you finally remembered my rules. Now clean your shit up and get the hell out. I don’t want to see any of you back in here before tomorrow. I’ve had more than enough of ya for one day.” She turned around and started back to the bar while calling out. “And don’t forget to leave your waitress a generous tip for putting up with you and your crap.”
    Half the men walked out without saying a word, while the others helped clean up the mess, including the gorgeous one who’d grabbed her when she served his beer. His short, dark blond hair was sticking up in every direction and the angry look