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kicked in a place like this.
    “Aren’t you a little uncomfortable that your girl is somewhere in this redneck shack?” I ask Coop as I follow him through the swinging doors. Yes, they’re actually swinging, just like in an old Western saloon. Reflexively, I reach for an imaginary gun I wish I had on my hip, because I’m pretty sure every good ol’ boy in this place is packing heat.
    “Look,” Coop says when we step inside. The first thing we see is a pool table, where two very large men are having a heated discussion about the eight ball. Suddenly, the bigger man’s fist connects with the smaller guy’s face, and just like that, we have a barroom brawl on our hands.
    “Let’s find the girls and get the hell out of here.”
    Coop nods in agreement, and we push our way through the crowd. You’d assume our girls would stick out in a room full of Daisy Dukes, but no such luck.
    “Text her,” I tell him, just as The Devil Went Down to Georgia erupts from the jukebox. The room explodes with cheers.
    “Must be their national anthem,” Coop mutters.
    I chuckle and continue scanning the room. Suddenly, a flash of flaming red hair catches my eye from on top of the bar. And then blonde.
    “Found them.”
    Coop’s head jerks up. “Holy crap.”
    It’s suddenly clear why we couldn’t pick them out of the crowd. In their skin-tight jeans, boots, and cowboy hats, they’re dressed like nearly every other woman in the place. Their flannel shirts are tied right above their belly buttons, and their top buttons are almost all completely undone. I can’t deny the cleavage is nice, but Jenna York in a cowboy hat is quite possibly the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
    Frozen in place, Coop and I watch as the girls do some kind of wicked line dance on the bar. They stomp and kick to the rhythm of Charlie Daniels, and it’s impossible for either of us to tear our eyes away as a crowd gathers around them.
    When the song ends, the men cheer and our girls high-five each other. I look down just in time to see two drunk guys tug on the girls’ legs, pulling them forward and nearly causing them to fall. Coop and I move at the same time, and without realizing the stupidity of our actions, proceed to punch both men in the face.
    “Summers!”
    I hear Jenna’s voice through the deafening noise. The man crumples to the ground, and my fist continues slamming into his face until I’m satisfied I’ve broken his nose. I’m feeling pretty good about the fact that I don’t have a scratch on me . . . until I’m suddenly lifted by the back of my shirt. The next thing I know, I’m tossed out the swinging doors and eating Georgia dirt.
    Jenna’s suddenly there, kneeling next to me. “Are you insane? You’re lucky you didn’t get yourself shot!”
    “He was touching you.”
     “So?”
    “So he shouldn’t be touching you.” I stand up and dust myself off. Red dirt? What kind of place has red dirt? “You could show a little appreciation. I just defended your honor and got thrown out of a bar for you.”
    Her face softens and she steps a little closer. “Did he hurt you?”
    “Not a scratch.”
    I am a little sore from the stupid redneck bouncer tossing me like a rag doll, but the pain’s easy to ignore with Jenna standing so close to me. She’s always gorgeous, but the skin-tight jeans and unbuttoned blouse are kind of killing me.
    And the hat. Can’t forget the hat.
    “You look really hot in that cowboy hat.”
    Jenna laughs. “You were tossed out of a bar and you still have the energy to flirt with me.”
    “It’s a gift.”
    She laughs again, but then her expression changes.
    “He could have killed you, Ethan.”
    “But he didn’t.” We’re nearly touching now, and it’s funny how my fingers literally itch to touch her. She tilts her face toward mine, and I gaze into her big brown eyes before letting my own flicker to her mouth.
    “Hey, lovebirds,” Coop’s voice shatters the moment. “They’ve called the