"Well, look what the cat dragged in," she says, with glassy eyes and the strong scent of tequila on her breath.

"Thanks, man, I can take her from here," some skinny guy wearing a CrossFit shirt says as he reaches for Caroline.

"What you can do is back the fuck up." I narrow my eyes at him and he pauses. "She's mine."

"Not according to my bar tab." The little shit must be blind because I'm almost twice his size.

"This is Ronnie. He let me try tequila," Caroline slurs and I roll my eyes. ...