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needed a smoke.
    He was already turning into a fucking pansy, he thought, sighing in displeasure. Only something was telling him that she was the woman he been looking for, and he was pretty sure it was his hard dick. The woman that would fit him, and if she was, he was going to keep her forever. There was no other option.

Chapter 3
     
    Tank held the door for Annie and Katie, who entered Tammy’s ahead of him. He almost groaned, watching Annie’s ass in the slacks she wore. He could see a hint of its shape as she walked. Damn, he’d bet that she had a great ass under those pants. His dick twitched again, reminding him that it hadn’t been used in a while. He had a feeling it was going to be a while longer too from the way she was ignoring him. Annie seemed like the type of woman who didn’t rush into anything, except maybe trouble. Yep, he was sure that the woman ran head long into trouble, without a second thought.
    That was not going to make things easy on him, he thought, following them to a table near the back of the diner. They slid into the booth, Katie took the inside seat while Annie sat down beside her on the end. That was when the vultures descended. Making Tank want to knock the stupid assholes heads together.
    No sooner, had Annie and Katie sat down at the table , than Rock, Pretty Boy and Log were over at their table. Tank snarled when Log leaned close, taking a whiff of Annie’s hair. Tank wasn’t happy with that at all, he felt an odd clenching in his gut. He was most definitely not okay when Pretty Boy asked who she was while sliding into the booth on the other side. Tank was left standing beside the table, glowering at the three other men.
    “So, who’s your sexy friend, Katie?” Pretty Boy asked, grinning.
    He was pointedly ignoring Tank, which made him want to wring the other man’s neck. He needed to mind his own business. Annie was his. He’d found her, and if anyone was keeping her it was him. And yeah that might make his logic fucked up, but he didn’t give a fuck.
    “Move!” Tank barked , at Rock who stood at the end blocking him from the booth.
    “Geez, cupcake. No need to be rude.” Annie snapped, looking at him with a slight scrunching of her nose.
    “Cupcake,” Rock snickered. Log almost fell over he was laughing so hard, and Pretty Boy’s mouth hung open for a moment.
    “Just move , damn it!” He barked, shoving Rock out of the way. He jerked Pretty Boy out of the booth by the back of his shirt, dumping him on the floor. He sat down taking up the whole other half, so that these knuckleheads would get the hint that they needed to leave.
    “ So, beauty, who are you?” Log asked, still too close to Annie.
    “This is Annie, her van broke down when she was passing through. So, she’ll be here for a bit.” Katie said. “Oh and she’ll be here for the wedding too.” Then turning to Annie, she demanded. “You will be, won’t you?”
    “Yes,” A nnie replied. Tank watched her, seeing Log reached out intending to touch her. Annie noticed too, and seemed to flinch a bit. Oh, hell no, that wasn’t going to happen. Reaching out he stopped the hand before it made contact, clenching hard enough that Log’s hand cracked. Tank knew that he hadn’t broken anything, but he wanted to be sure that the man got the point.
    “You are not touching her. Now, get the fuck away from her.” Tank snarled at the other man, standing. Annie looked at him with grateful confusion in her eyes. She didn’t speak, just looked at Pretty Boy who was now sitting in the booth again. Damn it, he was going to have to kill these assholes. He watched as Log threw up his hands backing away, flexing his hand. Thankfully he’d finally gotten the picture, one down two to go, Tank thought. He’d seen Annie first, and these idiots were just sniffing around a new woman. They were always like this when a new one showed up. When Racheal had arrived, that first month Tiny had been her shadow trying to keep