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thoughts."
    "It's just disappointing that—" Amy's sentence was
cut off by Maggie's face lighting up. Her brow rose in confusion when she
glanced over her shoulder. Then she sighed and looked back at her plate,
popping the jalapeno into her mouth and vigorously chewing. The spice didn’t
affect her like most. She was raised on Mexican food, a little jalapeno was
nothing.
    "What's disappointing, Ames?” A deep voice came from
behind her.
    "The fact I can't seem to go a day without running into
you.” Muttering mostly to herself, she moved closer toward Maggie while Demon
grabbed a chair from a nearby table, spinning it around so he could straddle
it, then fold his arms across the back.
    Amy had a serious dislike for Angel Hernandez, otherwise
known as Demon. Most never understood why. He was good looking, stood a good
six inches taller than her, and was thin and muscular. His features were strong
and sharp; tanned skin and near-black eyes helped woo many women into his bed.
One of those women happened to be Maggie, who was head over heels for him.
    Demon laughed and plucked a tortilla from Amy's plate, then
reached for her fork to build a fajita, never asking her permission.
"Feisty today? Lord knows you knocked that prospect flat on his ass last
night. Got to love that in a woman."
    Grinning, he bit into the concoction he created as Maggie
stared dreamily at him. "I heard about that."
    Amy rolled her eyes, pushing her plate away, disgusted by
Demon helping himself to her meal. Taking that as an invitation, Demon pulled
her plate over, opting to finish her lunch. "So when do I get a massage,
Ames? I want to see what this school did for you."
    Maggie beamed with pride at Demon as she gushed about Amy.
"I've had one of her famous massages. She has such great hands, totally
relaxed me. I wanted to pass out right there on the table."
    Demon continued to ignore Maggie while she tried to
interject on the seemingly one-sided conversation, making Amy simmer with
anger. She shot a glare at Demon when he finished off her plate and grabbed her
iced tea.
    "Sure, help yourself. I didn't want to eat
anyway."
    Amy wanted to slap the tar out of Demon for his rudeness and
obvious lack of manners. She knew if she did, he'd hit back and not think twice
about it. He was a firm believer on ruling his relationships with a strong
right hook. She just wished Maggie could see it, but love was blind.
    The waitress came over to their table, dropping off a Xango
for the girls to split, though Amy had lost interest in food all together. She
would have to talk to her father, beg him to have a talk with Demon, and get
him to leave her alone.
    Maggie picked up her fork, cutting of a piece of the fried
cheesecake, happily stabbing it to lift it to her lips.
    Amy watched a look of disgust wash over Demon’s face when he
stared at Maggie. “Do you really need that? You already have to wear a sign
that says, wide load . Are you trying to make your ass bigger than it
already is?”
    Amy’s jaw dropped. Maggie’s shocked and ashamed look only
fueled her temper. She pushed away from the table, almost knocking her chair to
the floor in anger. Digging in her pocket, she pulled out a twenty and tossed
it to the table, jaw clenched to keep her mouth shut, lest she find herself on
her back from a retaliation strike from Demon. A hand grabbed her wrist when
she turned to leave; the pain of bones grinding together caused her to stop. It
took everything Amy had not to yelp, but she wouldn’t give Demon the
satisfaction of knowing he was hurting her.
    “And just where do you think you’re going?” His head cocked
to the side as he tugged her toward him. “I’m not done talking to you.”
    Amy knew it was going to hurt, but she’d reached her boiling
point. Gritting her teeth, she yanked her arm out of his grasp. “Who the hell
do you think you are, grabbing me like that?” She scooped up a glass of water
on the table, then tossed its contents right at his