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lining up. He glanced to his right, catching the blonde’s eye. She was a sweet girl, the kind he loved to make spicy. He couldn’t help but see the douche next to her, his arm holding her close. Too close.
    Winding back, Colton threw a hard kick right between the legs of the big guy who had apparently taken down Kitt. The cry that came from Earl let Colton know he had connected squarely with the big man’s nuts. Colton’s grinned. He could feel the pain in his own groin, but there was something so satisfying about laying a man out. “God damn, right.”

    Earl went limp. He felt the big musician roll him over, but Earl couldn’t react. White hot, boiling pain erupted from between Earl’s legs. It sucked the air from his lungs, deafened him, and flashed stars in his eyes. He no longer gave a fuck about the rockstars or his pride. All Earl could think about was whether his balls would ever drop from inside his torso.
    Gerry was throwing blind fists, connecting, but only hitting Kitt against his thick arms or the top of his skull. When Kitt was tackled, he and Earl fell on top of Gerry, only serving to kick up more dust. He knew the fight was lost when he felt a boot against his nose. The snap was like a pencil broken at the center, and before he tasted it, Gerry could smell the scent of coppery blood. He was already coughing because of the dust, and adding blood running from his nose killed any last pride that Gerry had.
    Colton grabbed Kitt under the arm and hoisted him up just in time to see the flashing reds and blues reflect off the worn wood exterior of the bar. “Fuckin’ great.”

“…Do you understand these rights as I have explained them?”  
    Of course he did. Colton knew the Miranda backwards and forwards. He’d been taken into custody more times than he could count. Nine times out of ten, he walked. The other ten percent? Suspended sentence, hearty fines, public apology. Moonshine Records was very good to their artists, and Colton Wade wasn’t a bad man; just a bad boy. None of that was in Colton’s head as the officer escorted him to her black and white. She was fuckin’ gorgeous.
    Officer Harbaugh was a tall drink of water, just like Colton liked them. Her uniform showed off a strong, but still feminine form, and, of course, there was the whole power play aspect. If he hadn’t been so winded from the fight, his fast tongue probably could’ve gotten a few charges added on to disorderly conduct.
    The bright LEDs of her cop car kept him from getting a good look at her eyes. Even still, he could read her body language when she cocked her head to the side and asked, “Mind telling me why you’re so smiley?” She was still using her cop voice, but no cop used the word smiley when talking to a wanton criminal.
    Colton gave her something that was almost a wink. His adrenaline was still pumping, and his mind shifted from fighting to fucking. “Oh nothin’, I just don’t think I’ve ever been arrested by someone quite as gorgeous as you.”
    The escort to the Crown Vic turned into a shove. With his hands cuffed behind his back, Colton had nothing to stop himself from slamming into the door. It wasn’t a hard hit, but stunned him. Pain radiated from his back with a skinny fucker had gotten in that one good shot. Colton held back a biting laugh. It was worth it. The cop was just too hot for Colton to keep his mouth shut.
    Colton turned, leaning against the cop car, the arrogant but pained smile still on his face, “Didn’t mean to offend, Ma’am. Just paying a compliment, didn’t mean nothin’ by it, honest.” With the lights behind him and bathing her, he got a good look at her for the first time. The uniform fit her well and in all the right places. Her hair was tucked with great care up and under her cap. He squinted, trying to see what color it was. Blonde. He could have sworn it was blonde. She radioed back to the police station, and Colton noticed she had very well-kept fingernails. He