Page 2 of All for You

“That problem doesn’t look legal, my friend.”

I was thinking the same thing. I lay a hand on Jag’s shoulder and give him a small squeeze before I move along. Jag turns back to his beer leaving me to my search for a good problem to solve. “You be safe, man. Call me if you need backup.”

“This your first time?” The little thing jumps like a scared rabbit. She kind of reminds me of a little bunny. That would make me the big bad wolf coming to eat her up.

“Excuse me?” Her voice hits me right in the soft parts.

“I wanted to know if this is your first time sneaking into a bar, lying about your age, and generally being a bad girl?” Not that I don’t like bad girls…as long as they are slightly underage, have big round eyes, and a cute little brown bob.

She looks at me with ever bigger eyes as she tries to figure out what to tell me. This one should be good. “This…I’m…I’m not a bad girl.”

“But you are underage,” I say it as it is - a fact. Because we both know it’s true. The little thing goes deathly pale.

“I…um…I…,”

She looks around - probably searching for the bitch who left her sitting her. I sit down at the table with her.

“Don’t lie to me, little one. How young are you?”

She doesn’t say anything.

“Sixteen?” She shakes her head with certainty, telling me she is in fact not sixteen. “Seventeen?” Her eyes skitter away from mine.

“So, you’re seventeen. How long until you’re eighteen?”

I probably shouldn’t ask that. That way lies trouble but maybe I’m looking for trouble as well as new problems.

“Six days, three hours, and,” she looks at the clock over the bar, “eighteen minutes.”

My mind starts ticking away with plans and strategies. “Come on.”

I take her by the arm but she doesn’t just stand up so she can go with me. “What do you think you are doing?”

I pull her to her feet. “Taking the cherry bait back home. This is no place for a little girl like you.”

She jerks her arm but isn’t able to pull it free from my hold. “Let me go you fucking perv. I’m not going anywhere with you.”

She hauls back and slaps me causing the bar to go dead quiet. Tension vibrates through the air, and it seems like everyone in the whole bar is holding their breath to find out what I’ll do to the little troublemaker. Her eyes go to the girl she came in with. She is shooting this little thing looks from hell.

“Now you just assaulted an officer,” I say low enough so only she can hear as I start pulling her to the entrance. A voice calls out from the silent drinkers as I drag my… 'suspect' out the door.

“You need help handling that little girlie?”

“Fuck off, Andy!” Before I go out the door I stop and turn so I can find that little asshole and threaten his life. “I have no problem shooting you and saying my gun went off on accident.”

I bundle the now shocked girl out of the bar and put her in my car so I can take her home. “Are you arresting me?”

“No, I’m taking you home. What’s your name and address?”

She thinks it over before finally giving me the information I need. I lean over and help her fasten her seat belt before starting the car. She crosses her arms over her breasts, making them even more prominent. I’m sure that’s not why she did it. She’s not trying to be coquettish; she’s pissed.

On the way to her house, she just steams until finally, she can’t hold it in anymore. Halfway there she pops. “I don’t need a keeper.”

“No,” I agree with her, “you need someone who is going to bust that ass when you put yourself in a dangerous situation like tonight.”

She turns to look at me finally, those hot, sweet candy eyes on me. “Dangerous! How dangerous is a cop bar with hundreds of people in there with guns on their hips?”

I don’t give her an answer, so she turns back to glare at the road and rolls her eyes. She is too cute. I drop her off right in front of her house telling her I’m going to wait until I am sure she’s in the house for good. She gets out and slams the door as hard as she can.

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