Jared (The Protectors #2)(11)

Tessa grabbed the packet of information they had printed out on her and her brother slapping it to his chest on her way out the back door. “You tell me….Mr. Information.”

Making her way to the front of the house Tessa couldn’t get gone fast enough. They were really letting her go. Damn, she was kind of disappointed. She thought the VC Warriors were supposed to be the shit, but so far they weren’t really impressive other than their looks. On the hotness scale that definitely got a ten plus, but on the smartness scale they scored way lower. But a man like Jared didn’t need much smarts to get women to notice him. He sure did have it going on. Too bad he didn’t have the smarts to go with all that sexy. Sighing she punched in her brother’s number as she pulled out of the drive.

“What the hell are you doing?” Damon hissed watching the woman walk out of the house.

Jared cocked his eyebrow at Damon. “Setting out the bait.” He chuckled. “She’s right; her brother isn’t going to come anywhere near while we’re here. He also knows we’re not going to hurt her. So we will give her a minute and then head out to her work and keep watch.”

“Smart thinking.” Sid nodded, then frowned. “What if she doesn’t go to work, but goes to meet her brother?”

“Do you know how to get to the bar she works at?” Damon asked, irritation lacing his tone. He didn’t like being away from Nicole for so long.

They all looked at the packet in Jared’s hand before he tossed it back on the table. “I put a tracker on her phone.” He replied keying something in his phone. “Okay let’s go. Remember he can read us so make sure to stay blocked so he doesn’t know we’re following her.”

“Let’s go.” Damon nodded ready to get this over with.

They started out the back door when Jared stopped. “Damon, lock the front.”

Damon stopped. “Are you f*cking kidding me?” Shaking his head he stepped to the side. “You lock it if you want it locked.”

Sid pushed them both aside stomping to the front door. “I’ll lock the damn door. I swear….when did we become such nice f*cking guys?” Sid grumbled as he slammed the lock in place before heading back to the kitchen. “I need to kill something. This nice guy shit is getting on my f*cking nerves.”

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Tessa pulled into the Sand Trap parking lot making sure she parked right up front. Jumping out, she grabbed her stuff and ran into the bar. It wasn’t much of a place, but it was home away from home to many in their small town of Alexandria, Kentucky.

“It’s about damn time.”  Bobby yelled over the country music and bar goers.

“You have to let me off tonight.” Tessa stumbled behind the bar, waving to a few patrons that shouted out a hello.

“I don’t have to do anything.” Bobby replied, glaring at her as he filled an order.

“Please Bobby.” Tessa begged. “I never ask off. I’ll do anything if you just let me have tonight off….with pay.” Yeah, she was pushing her luck.

Bobby stopped in mid pour to stare at her. “Anything?”

Okay that wasn’t a no, she felt hopeful. “Yeah, anything.”

“Date tomorrow night.” Bobby still stared not finishing the drink he was pouring, waiting for her answer.

Tessa had to hold back a groan. Dammit anything other than that. He had been asking her forever to go out and she had always turned him down. It wasn’t that he was unattractive, quite honestly it was the opposite. He was gorgeous with his smoky eyes and long raven hair, but he had too many notches on his bedpost and she refused to be anyone’s notch.

“Need three beers for the pool table.” Bobby went back to mixing his drinks. Obviously his answer was no.

“Okay…tomorrow night.” Tessa huffed, grabbing three beers running them over to the three players then running back. “I need your car.”

Wiping his hands he shook his head. “No way.”

“Come on.” Tessa tossed him her keys. “Mine’s parked right out front.”

“Oh let’s see, my Mustang GT for your piece of crap Saturn.” Bobby snorted giving her a wide eyed, ‘you’re crazy as a f*cking loon’ look as he tossed her keys back. “Ah no. Make that…f*ck no.”

“Please.” Tessa was running out of time.

“Date tomorrow night, nice dinner, drinks, dancing…” His smile grew as it gazed down her body. “and you sleep with me.”

Her head snapped back as if he’d slapped her. “Ah, no. Make that….f*ck no.” She threw his words back at him. She grabbed her stuff stomping her way toward the front door.

“Tessa.” Bobby’s voice carried across the noisy bar. Turning Tessa caught the keys he threw at her. “One scratch on my car and I’m taking it out on your ass and I do mean that literally.”

Throwing him back her keys she headed to the back door where Bobby always parked feeling like she had just made a deal with the devil. “Thanks Bobby. I’ll have it back tonight scratch free.”

“Not one scratch Tessa.” He called out the warning. “And I will pick you up at eight.”

“Fine, but dinner is all I’m agreeing to.” Tessa warned flipping her hand up as she went out the door.