Chapter 3

The band was playing a rock ballad, and the flow of customers was steady for a weeknight. Food was coming from the kitchen in spades. Their new hires were hustling from table to table, making sure everyone was happy.

All in all, Sheila could not complain. It would have been just like any other night if only the volatile moron at the end of the bar had used his brain and walked away. Leo was perhaps the most gallant and chivalrous male she knew. There was no way he would walk away from Al the asshat, leaving that female alone with the man who’d been ripping her a new butthole in front of everyone.

Sheila inched closer to the trio and listened intently as Leo flashed one of his patented, panty-melting smiles of his. Al was shaking, frowning hard at Leo’s invasion, but the woman, his girlfriend or whatever, seemed happy at the intrusion. Who wouldn’t be? She was blushing a bright, pretty pink under Leo’s attention—as any red-blooded female would.