“What the hell was that?” She looks at Kallie, who just throws her head back and laughs, making her breasts stick out even more. There should be a dress code in here.

“That,” she says, pointing at Casey, “was him throwing down.” Olivia just looks at her. “He’s making sure that everyone knows you’re off-limits.”

“Are you saying he just marked me,” she asks, ticked, “like a dog that pees on a fire hydrant?”

“More or less,” Kallie tells her. “Now let’s get a table, and then I can show you a two-step dance.” She turns and looks at Beau. “See you later.” She turns and sways away, her ass molded in her jeans. With the way her hair swings from side to side, you see that the back of her top is a corset with the bow tied at the bottom. She was a girl when she left, but there is no mistaking that Kallie Barnes is all woman now.

“I know you don’t want to hear this,” Beau says, “but Jesus fuck, Kallie is—”

“I’ll rip your tongue out of your mouth if you finish that sentence,” I say and look around to see Grady and a couple of the guys here. After I called Beau, I called a couple of the guys in and told them I needed extra eyes with me tonight, and I wasn’t wrong. The place is packed with people coming from two towns away.

Savannah took her little dream and made it a reality. Besides Ethan, this is her second love. I just hope no one ever finds out how she really bought this place. I look at the bar and see Casey talking to some of the guys who work for him. They follow him to the table where the girls are sitting. Some people stop to say hi to Kallie as the music just gets louder.

“It’s like she’s a sitting duck,” Grady says from beside me all of a sudden, and I nod. “Is it safe to assume she’s off-limits?” I just look at him, and he holds up his hands with a bottle of beer in one of them. “Enough said.” What the fuck is it that all the men around me want to get to know her?

Following Beau, I make my way to the bar as he sits on the stool at the end of the bar. No one sits on that stool but him. Savannah actually keeps it behind the bar, and he gets it when he comes in.

“What can I get you?” Savannah asks, and I watch Beau take a big swallow when she leans forward and you see the lace bra she’s wearing under her tank top.

“I’ll have a beer,” I say, and Beau just nods. “That was cool,” I say, “real cool.”