“She does.  She’s rich and spoiled; we don’t agree on anything, we never have.”

Rowdy gave me a look that outright called bullshit on my claim.  “I know what I saw and there is no way that if that girl didn’t offer it up you wouldn’t take it.”

I wanted to yell at him that he was wrong, so very wrong because before she was any of the things that annoyed me and got under my skin, she was Remy’s and there was nothing in heaven or hell that would make me forget that.  Pulling in my temper I poured another beer and lapsed into a moody silence.  I wasn’t attracted to Shaw, it was just seeing her in a new environment, seeing her in something other than her fancy outfits that cost more than I made in a month that had the tension between us reading to other people as something else.

We were almost to the bottom of the second pitcher and silently Shaw had dropped of a replacement when a really pretty girl with super short dark hair suddenly appeared at the edge of the table.  She was tall and had eyes the color of Jack Daniels but there was nothing on her lovely face that came across as welcoming.  She had a mouth that would give Angelia Jolie a run for her money and a body that was meant to stop traffic displayed in all its glory in a matching uniform to Shaw’s only instead of kick ass boots she had on a pair of spiked heels that probably made her taller than Nash and Jet.

Jet sat up straighter and Rowdy, who was by far the drunkest of all of us since he had started adding shots of tequila twenty minutes ago, almost fell off his stool when she posted up at the table between the two of them.  Her gaze was trained directly on me though so I met her look for look until she finally spoke.  She had a soft southern twang and I could swear I saw Jet fall in love on the spot.

“You’re Rule.”  It wasn’t a question so I just nodded.

“I’m Ayden Cross.  I live with Shaw.”

I wasn’t sure why that was supposed to matter to me so I kept silent while my best friend whipped his head around to glare at me.  I was being kind of rude, but I was buzzed and still pissed at Shaw so I didn’t really care.

“I don’t know what your deal is but leave her alone.  She doesn’t need you screwing with her head anymore so just back off.”

I blinked because I honestly had no clue what this babe was going on about.  “I don’t mess with Shaw.”

She narrowed her eyes and pointed a finger at me.  “I know exactly what you do and don’t do Tattoo Boy.  I adore Shaw.  She’s sweet, nice and the best roommate ever so you need to just go do your troubled, bad boy act somewhere else, she doesn’t need it…”It looked like she was gearing up to lay into me even more but something caught her eye and suddenly her eyes were glowing with gold fire.  “Oh my God!  I cannot believe that asshole had the nerve to show up here.  I need to go get Lou.”  She spun on her heel and marched through the crowd leaving me reeling.  I had no clue what she was talking about but clearly something had crawled up her butt so I looked over my shoulder and felt every protective cell I had suddenly come alive.

Shaw was standing by the bar .  It was crowded but her white blond hair was unmistakable.  So was the fact that she looked stressed and freaked out while a guy in a white polo shirt crowed her into the edge of the bar.  He had a hand on her shoulder and was leaning down into her face, and whatever he was saying made her look like she wanted to punch him in the nuts or puke on his shoes.  I’d never seen the look of panic on her face like that before; she was normally so cool and unflappable that against my better judgment I was climbing to my feet.  I wasn’t the type to give two shits about a damsel in distress, but this damsel I knew for a fact could take care of herself and if she looked like she was struggling, despite how I felt about her I was going to intervene.  “I’ll be back in a second.”

Since I was tall and had a good portion of visible skin covered in designs that cried ‘don’t mess with me’ I didn’t have to worry about people in the crowded bar moving out of my way.  When I got close enough her eyes snapped to me and I was pretty sure I saw relief flood into the sparkly green depths.  Polo shirt leaned in even closer to her and I thought I heard him say something about how things were going to look when he went home alone over winter break.  I saw her stiffen and try to pull away but polo shirt just moved in to more fully keep her pinned against the bar.

“I don’t care what my mother told you, Gabe.  We’re over; I have no interest in going to Aspen with you or your family.  Stop calling me and stop showing up where I’m at.”

“Baby, we’re meant for each other and once you stop being stubborn you’ll see how great we could be together.”  I hated guys that called girls baby.  Baby was what you used when you didn’t remember the girls name or you were just too lazy to come up with your own nickname for her.

She wiggled a little more and I noticed the way the guy’s followed the deep vee of her revealing outfit.

“Let go of me Gabe.  I didn’t want to be with you like that when we were dating, I sure as hell don’t want to be with you like that now.  Leave me alone.”

Polo shirt got red in the face at her blatant rejection.  He was about to lean even farther into her, about to put his other hand on her when I reached out and grabbed her wrist and tugged her free.  Polo shirt was a good four inches shorter than me so I tucked Shaw’s small frame under my arm and glared at him over the top of her head.

“Sorry I’m late Casper.”  Without missing a beat she put an arm around my waist and practically collapsed into my side.  I had used the nickname to tease her when we were younger because her hair was almost white and knew she hated it, now it sounded intimate and personal like we had some kind of secret polo shirt wasn’t in on.

“No problem.  I’ve got an hour or so left of my shift can you hangout until I’m off?”  Her eyes were pleading with me to play along but I was too busy wondering why my side felt like it was on fire where we touched.

“No problem, who’s your friend?”

Polo shirt was glaring at me and turning an alarming shade of red.  He didn’t even give Shaw a chance to respond.

“I’m her boyfriend, Gabe Davenport.  Who are you?”

Shaw went stiff next to me and I felt her fingers clutch the back of my shirt.

“Gabe this is Rule Archer, Rule that’s Gabe my EX boyfriend, only he’s having a hard time getting the ex-part down.”

“Shaw, get away from him.  What are you thinking?  You can’t possibly think anyone is going to believe you would go from me to someone like him, can you?  Just look at him, he’s a mess.”

I was immune to the someone like him tactic, I heard it all the time but apparently Shaw wasn’t.  She bristled like a wet cat and made a move like she was going to poke the guy in the chest but I wrapped her back up against my side and subtly tried to calm her down by rubbing a hand up and down her bare arm.

“I’ve known Rule most of my life, Gabe.  I could care less what he looks like because he isn’t anybody’s puppet and the same thing cannot be said about you.  Don’t think you can stand there and judge him or judge me, not when you’re practically stalking me and trying to bully me into a relationship by manipulating my parents because you know they like you.  Ayden is here and you can bet your ass if she saw you she’s going to go get Lou.  Lou doesn’t like to see his girls upset so unless you want a scene that I’m sure you’ll never live down go away and don’t come back.  You can call my mom, talk to my dad all you want, I don’t want to be with you and nothing is going to change that.”

He looked like he was gearing up to keep fighting but there was a sudden surge towards the bar knocking Shaw even further into my embrace and I took full advantage by pulling her small frame completely in line with mine.  The girl was rocking some serious curves and I wondered what in the hell I had been smoking to miss it right up until then.