Black Magic (Alpha Pack #1.5)(4)

"Save it, Billy," the man said coldly. "This was your last chance. Now get out of my place and don't come back. Any of you."

Billy blinked at Jack, whom Kalen figured was the owner. "You don't mean that! We buy a lot of booze, keepin' you in business-"

"And you think that gives you the right to terrorize my other customers? Get out. Now. I won't need the sheriff to take out the trash, either." The steel in his tone brooked no argument. The man meant every word, and had the toned muscle to back it up.

Billy swallowed, backing down like the coward he was. "Fine. We don't want to hang out in this dump anyways."

Throwing Kalen one last glare, the man shuffled out, his buddies following behind with a few muttered curses. A hand appeared in front of Kalen's face and he saw that Jack was offering him help up. Despite his aversion to being touched, he sensed no threat from the Grizzly's owner and took the assistance, allowing himself to be hauled to his feet.

"Thanks."

"No problem. I knew it was just a matter of time before Billy and his band of dumbasses gave me an excuse to ban them for good." The man's light gray eyes twinkled with humor.

Kalen found himself smiling back. "Glad I could help."

"You did. In fact, I'm so grateful, your drinks are on the house." Clapping Kalen on the shoulder, he steered him toward the bar. "What's your poison?"

"That's an offer I won't refuse. Bourbon and cola, if you don't mind."

"You've got it. Lonnie?" he called.

"Heard it, boss," the bartender yelled back. "Bourbon and cola, coming up!"

Jack turned back to Kalen. "Do you need medical attention? I'd be glad to call for the medics, or drive you to the emergency clinic."

"Nah, there's already a doctor in the house," he said, giving Mackenzie a pointed look. "I'm betting she can take care of what ails me."

Jack followed his gaze to where the doc in question sat, and chuckled. "I'll bet she can at that. Say, you might want to hit the men's room anyway," he said, gesturing to Kalen's bleeding mouth.

Kalen stopped short of where Mackenzie sat with her friends, and felt the weight of their stares as he thanked the bar owner. "I appreciate the save, and the drink."

"No big. You did me a favor." With a nod at Kalen and a wink at the gaping trio, he walked off to tend to whatever business was pressing.

"Kalen," Mackenzie gasped, sliding from the stool to stand in front of him. "Are you all right?"

"Sure," he said. "Never better." His grin felt lopsided, his lip already a bit fat with the swelling. Shit, this wasn't how he'd wanted her to see him-with his face bruised, lip split and bloodied. "I think I'm going to take Jack's advice and hit the restroom, wash up some."

"Jack?"

She didn't know the Grizzly's owner. That small fact made his heart sing. "The owner who tossed out Billy Beer Gut and his friends."

"Oh. Well, hurry back." She gave him a smile that damned near buckled his knees.

"I will."

As he hustled to the men's room, he held on to the image of her pretty face, how those blue eyes sparkled with warmth when they regarded him. As though he was special, even if he knew he wasn't. How her pert nose crinkled when she grinned, the musical sound of her laugh.

God, he was an idiot.

A classy, educated woman like her would never look at him with real desire. She was a doctor, could have any man she wanted. And he was too much of a head case lugging around way too much baggage. But he could dream.

In the men's room, he checked his face in the mirror and winced. A bruise was forming near his temple and was sore to the touch, but at least it was mostly covered by his hair. As he'd thought, his lip was split and a little swollen. Not as bad as he feared, however, once he'd splashed it with water and dabbed it with a paper towel. The wound had already stopped bleeding and it wasn't too terrible. Too bad he couldn't heal it, but his magic didn't work like that.

Throwing away the paper towel, he left and made his way back to the bar where Mackenzie waited with her two girlfriends. Their chatting was more subdued this time, and he hated that the incident with the rednecks had put a blight on their evening. It wasn't the worst he'd dealt with, not by a long shot, but these women shouldn't have been subjected to the crap that followed him wherever he went.

Their attention turned to him as he walked up and stood next to Mackenzie. "Hey, ladies. Sorry about the trouble."

"It's not your fault," Mackenzie said, frowning. Gently, she pushed aside a lock of hair and examined the bruise on his temple. "We need to get some ice on that and your lip to keep the swelling down."

The attention from the woman of his fantasies both pleased and embarrassed him. "I'm good. No need to draw more attention to myself than I've already had."

One of the doc's friends, a skinny blonde with big br**sts, leaned toward him from her perch on her barstool. Lifting a brown longneck bottle, she reached out, attempting to touch it to his lip. "Poor baby," she crooned, raking him from head to toe with a heated look. "I've got something cold right here to make it better."

Kalen eased back, avoiding the woman's touch. The last thing he wanted was to encourage one of Mackenzie's friends to flirt with him. The blonde's eyes widened in surprise at his withdrawal, and he gave a laugh, thinking that she definitely wasn't used to being refused. "Really, I'm fine, but thanks . . . I'm sorry, what's your name?"