Brooke leaned into Gabe and her suggestive whisper was far too audible. “You aren’t old at all…and you can prove it to me later.”

Audrey moved swiftly back to the bar because if Gabe kissed that obnoxious woman, she didn’t want to see it.

And she didn’t want that knot of unhappiness in her stomach. The one that grew every time Brooke touched him.

Gabe considered cuffing Brooke to her chair. Not for fun and games, but simply to get her the fuck off of him.

When he’d arrived at the bar, he’d been surprised to see her. It’d been years since he’d dated her in Anchorage, and he’d no idea she had a job at the resort.

She hadn’t changed any. Still flirted with anything with a dick.

He’d discovered early in their relationship that she had all the fidelity of a cat in heat and had planned to break up with her even before she’d latched onto Bull. Then, still dating Bull, she’d tried for Caz.

Just as well that Mako had a talk with them when they’d first discovered women. The sarge had explained the mess that could arise if a woman was allowed to come between teammates. So, in their teens, they’d come up with their own rules.

If not for their bro code, Brooke could have caused serious problems. She was the kind of a person who thrived on causing havoc. And in putting down other women.

Now, he was regretting being friendly to her when he’d come in tonight. She was a beautiful woman, but Gabe had never been into playing games. Not then, not now.

With a flirtatious bat of her eyelashes, she pressed against him.

“Brooke,” he warned.

She leaned into him even more, shoving her breast against his arm.

“If you rub on me one more time, I’m going to assume you’re itching. Bull probably has flea spray.”

She jerked back. Her face went red, then cold. “That was rude.”

“So is rubbing your tits on someone.” He lifted a hand to Caz—the poor bastard could deal with the fallout—and walked away.

In the middle of the room, he saw Julie picking up their drinks from the bar.

She’d been damn shaken when she came in tonight. Scared. And he was wondering what else scared her. She was lying about her name, her past, probably about everything. Was he judging her too harshly for those lies?

Turning, he headed for her and picked his beer off her tray. “Thanks.”

“Oh, of course.” She glanced at the table and blinked.

Following her gaze, Gabe saw Brooke was flirting with Caz now. Good enough. Caz was more than equal to extracting himself and would undoubtedly do it with charm.

Gabe turned his attention back to Julie. “Brooke was right.”