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wall in the last stall, Shirtless pouring on the charm. She saw Levi and gave him a subtle finger. “Know what?” he said. “It seems like she’s having a great time. Colleen, too. How about if I drive them back?”

      John nodded. “That’d be great, Levi. Thank you.” With that, he hurtled for the door.

      A little while later, the guns, ear and eye protectors stowed, the now-unarmed single people sat in the shop area of the gun range. The walls were lined with rifles, locked glass cases housing ammo and pistols. Metal chairs had been brought in, and the single people sat facing each other in a long line. It looked like visiting hours at a prison, minus the phones.

      “Have you seen my dad?” Faith asked him as he walked past.

      “He left,” Levi answered, not pausing. He heard her squawk and turned around. “I’m driving you and Colleen home.”

      “Or I could,” Shirtless Joe offered.

      Levi leaned against the wall and checked his phone. Four texts from Sarah. I have 0 friends. Can u come get me?

      Feel sick was the second.

      Stop being an ass, u can’t make me stay here was the third, and the fourth was simply I hate u.

      Sighing, he stepped into the hallway to call her back. Got her voice mail. Honestly, why had he bought her a phone if she just used it for texting?

      “Sarah, stop being such a drama queen, okay? You can come home on Columbus Day. You need to make some actual human friends.” He paused, picturing her at a party with a bong and a bag full of Ecstasy. “Or just study more. Keep up those grades. All right? I have to go.” He paused. “Bye.”

      Ten seconds later, his phone buzzed. Still hate u. And ur 1 2 talk. Get a life & stop obsessing about me. U need 2 get laid.

      Inappropriate, he texted back. Oh, and by the way, he’d love to stop obsessing about Sarah, but she texted or called at least ten times a day. Would it be wrong to strangle her? Probably.

      Levi rubbed his eyes. The truth was, both of them needed to get a life. These past two years, with Nina leaving and Mom’s cancer...it’d been rough. And he and Sarah were closer because of it. But when your family shrinks to two, it got to be a little hard sometimes, the only shoulder for Sarah to cry on.

      The door opened—Colleen. “Hey, Chief. Come on in here. Let me practice on you.”

      “Sounds so dirty, O’Rourke.”

      “In your dreams, Cooper.”

      “In my dreams, definitely,” he said.

      “Ooh, wanna talk dirty? Bet I could win.” She raised her eyebrows and grinned.

      “You would,” he acknowledged. He liked Colleen, one of the few who’d never treated him differently after he’d come back. Her brother, too, and Jeremy. And Faith, now that he thought of it, though Faith had an edge to her he didn’t remember. It was better than Princess Super-Cute.

      Colleen towed him back in the room and gestured to one of the empty metal chairs.

      “Just sit there and look pretty,” Colleen said, taking a seat. “Let’s pretend we don’t know each other. We’re supposed to ask three questions each. I’ll go first.”

      “Of course you will,” he murmured.

      “What’s your favorite food?”

      “Cheeseburgers made at O’Rourke’s,” he answered.

      “Oh, good answer!” she said, clapping. “What’s your favorite color?”

      It was such a girl question. Did he even have a favorite color? Blue? Red? “Green,” he said.

      “Super. And last one, what’s your favorite position?” She gave him a leer, and Levi just smiled. “Well, points for trying,” Colleen said. “I was gonna write it in the bathroom stall at the bar. When are you gonna start dating again, Levi?”

      “Three questions was all you got.”

      Someone’s watch or phone beeped, and all the women got up and shifted. Colleen blew him a kiss. He nodded back. The next woman was the one who’d stroked his tattoo. Her questions were, Do you believe in love at first sight, have you ever spanked a woman and what’s your favorite color. His answers were no, no and red.

      “Okay, ask me anything,” she said.

      Levi sighed. “Um, what’s your name?”

      “Donna. I already told you that.” She gave him a huge smile and squeezed her arms together, making her leathery cleavage swell. “Want to come back to my place and work on that spanking?”

      For crying out loud. “I think it’s still my turn for questions. Uh, what’s your favorite color?”

      “Pink! I’m actually wearing pink underwear. Want to see?”

      “Still my turn. What are your views on the Mideast peace talks?”

      “I think everyone should totally get along, don’t you? Want to go out sometime?”

      Mercifully, the timer sounded again. “Nice meeting you,” he said.

      Faith sat down in front of him. The night just kept getting better. “Oh, my gosh,” she said to the departing lady. “I think he likes you! He was just checking out your ass.”

      “Shut it, Faith,” he muttered.

      “Really?” the woman said. She slapped her own butt and winked at him.

      “Looks like you made a friend,” Faith told him. “That’s so you, Levi. Such a friendly person.”

      “Do you have three questions?”

      “I do, actually. Not that I want to date you, of course.”

      “Yes, I remember.”

      That got her. Pink rose in her cheeks (and neck...and chest, there was the mighty rack again, showcased in a red V-neck, and really, there was nothing like a redhead in red). She unfolded a piece of paper. “Have you ever been in prison?”

      Okay, well, at least it wasn’t his favorite color. “No.”

      “Have you fathered any children, and are you involved in their lives if so?”

      “No kids.”

      “How many women have you slept with?” She gave him a knowing look. “If you can count that high, that is.”

      The number wasn’t as high as his reputation, apparently. “Pass. Next question?”

      “Can you provide me with your social security number so I can run a background check on you?”

      “Hard to believe you’re still single.” He lifted an eyebrow at her, and she folded up her list, making a huffing noise.

      “Don’t crinkle your forehead at me, Levi Cooper. Questions like this cut through the garbage. Who cares if you like moonlit walks or love old movies or if you’re married or gay or live in your mother’s basement?”

      She had a point. “I hate old movies,” he said.

      “Me, too. They’re so schmaltzy. Give me a horror flick any day.”

      “I like horror movies, I don’t live in my mother’s basement, I’m not married and I’m not gay,” he said.

      And all of a sudden, an electric current seemed to hum between them. She seemed to feel it, too, because her cheeks flushed, and her eyes seemed to soften. You need to get laid, his brain reminded him.

      Shit. Not with Faith Holland and all her baggage. No matter how much his body was starting to growl.

      “Exnooze me,” came a baby voice, and Levi jumped as something nudged his ear. It was Donna, and holy hell, she had a puppet on her hand.

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