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you look at her. Why don't you ask her out on a date?"
    He grumbled under his breath. "What would a beautiful woman like Melody Evans want with a raced-out drunk like me?"
    "Aww, come on, Pop. You're handsome, a legendary racer, a great father, and you loved mom better than any other man ever could have. She'd be a fool to say no to you."
    Pop made an annoyed face. "I'll think about it."
    "Good. Now, let's get you home. I have a busy day tomorrow."
    His silly grin warmed her heart. "Yep, and I'm lookin' forward to what you're gonna do with that Ty boy. He's somethin' ain't he? Good worker."
    The mere mention of Ty's name sent her stomach aflutter. "Yes, he is."
    "Now let's get home so I can bandage you up good and tight now."
    Her eyes popped and she shook her head. "No way in hell you're fixing me up.
    I'll do that myself, thank you." She put the car in gear and drove off.
    Though her father was a bitch to get in his house and tucked into bed, she managed to return to the tavern an hour later, with one good ear and no puke in the car.
    The raucous atmosphere had quieted down since she'd taken Pop home. Only a few of the staff remained at the table. Jennifer and Ty were gone—maybe the ungrateful bitch decided him being Jamaican wasn't all that bad after all. The thought of him looking at Jennifer the way he'd looked at her made her feel even worse. Jennifer wasn't good enough for him.
    Bobby was gone too, and she didn't really give a shit.
    "Get me a drink, will ya Mak? I need to visit the ladies room."
    Mak stared at her bandaged ear. "Sure thing, boss. What happened to you? Got tangled up with an ol' gater, did ya?"
    She laughed. "Close enough."
    "Corona?"
    "No. Something stronger, please."
    Mak smiled, yet he seemed to have a guilty expression as well. He looked away and hollered to the bartender.
    As Eileen made her way to the washroom at the other end of the bar, she eyed a couple making out in a corner booth. A new dash of hopelessness weighed on her shoulders. Too long had passed since she felt needed. Even though she'd dated Bobby for a year, the passion had dwindled months ago.
    A noise coming from the ladies washroom made her pause. Sure enough, some lucky girl was getting laid in there. Soft moans leaked through the door, instigating a heady ache between her legs. How long had it been since she made love? She couldn't even remember. But when the hushed words of a familiar male voice resounded from the room, a nauseating ball twisted in her stomach.
    Quietly, she pushed open the door and stepped inside, careful not to make a sound. She rounded the corner where the stalls were and spotted Bobby's boots standing behind a pair of high-heeled shoes.
    "Oh-oh-oh. Oh, fuck. Yes. Fuck me harder."
    Tears pooled in her eyes as she recognized Jennifer's voice. She should've known by their actions earlier that this would happen.
    Wet sounds of their bodies joining permeated the air. She choked back a sob, unable to stop herself from imagining how they looked behind the stall. How could he do this to me?
    "Yes, you like that don't you, you dirty slut? God, your cunt is tight. I'm gonna fuck your ass just as hard too." Bobby's voice echoed hollow off the near empty restroom walls.
    Something inside Eileen snapped. She wanted to scream and lash out, but it hurt too badly to deal with it now. She needed to be alone. Needed to cry in private.
    She ran from the room, past the staff table, not bothering to look at them. They knew what was going down. She got in her car and sped off the lot.
    Only one place in the world existed where she could find solace.

Chapter Four
    Eileen entered through the back door of the shop, the clicking of her pumps echoing through the large, open space. Although her heart ached from what she'd just witnessed, she couldn't help but feel better in her familiar surroundings. She grew up here. Spent many hours after school, a wide-eyed girl watching the team prepare for a race. As she grew into a woman, soon