He was still pissed off at Toni for going off after she’d had such a close call. And why Mike would take her out to a freaking bar after he knew she had nearly fainted, he couldn’t fathom, but it further solidified his opinion that Mike was in no way suitable to take Toni out.
“Oh no, not this again,” A.J. said opening his door again. “I’ve already sacrificed a date with the put out queen to spy on them once. You can count me out this time.”
“A.J., get your ass back in the truck,” Simon said impatiently.
A.J. paused with one leg out the door. “Why are we doing this, Simon? Clearly, Toni sees something in the guy she likes. What if he’s the father of her baby? Have you ever thought about that?”
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Rage boiled through him at the thought of Mike getting Toni pregnant. He gripped the steering wheel until his fingers ached. No, Mike couldn’t be the guy. It didn’t make sense. He hadn’t ever called Toni until well after she found out she was pregnant.
“Dude, cool it. It was just a thought.”
“It was a dumb thought,” he snapped. “Toni nearly fainted tonight.
She hasn’t been eating right, and the last thing she needs is to be hanging out in a bar with Mike Sanders.” A.J. slid back into the seat. “Whoa, she did what?” Simon threw the truck in reverse and roared backwards out of the drive. “She almost dropped on the kitchen floor. She said she hadn’t eaten much, and she seemed pretty shaky. Then Mike shows up and suddenly they’re going out to play pool. The jerk even knew she wasn’t well because I told him.”
A.J. frowned. “But if Toni wanted to go…” Simon cut him off with a snort. “I don’t know what her deal is lately.
She’s not herself at all.”
“I see, and you’re saving her from herself?”
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” he muttered, wishing he had some sort of clue.
“Well at least you admit it,” A.J. said dryly. “So what exactly are we going to do?
“Play pool, what else?”
“Of course. What was I thinking? We’re not doing anything remotely resembling spying or interfering. Just a harmless game of pool. Which you happen to have not played, oh in at least two years.”
“Shut up.”
Ten minutes later, they pulled up to Benny’s the local bar and all around hang out place, and Simon parked by Mike’s truck. The haunt
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was a favorite with the fire and EMS crew. He noted several familiar vehicles. But it was no place for a pregnant woman. The smoke alone would likely send her into premature labor.
“Dude, if you walk in there wearing that scowl, you’re going to clear the place. Chill out.”
He scowled at A.J., but he relaxed his expression as they stepped inside the dimly lit interior. He scanned the array of people gathered, some sitting at the bar, a few couples dancing as the jukebox blared the latest country song by Toby Keith.
As he and A.J. walked toward the back where the three pool tables were, several hellos rang out. He recognized several faces from work and the ambulance service. He nodded but didn’t stop. His focus now on the farthest table.
Toni stood beside Mike, his arm casually over her shoulders as they waited for the guy across the table to take his shot. Anger surged through him. He started to stalk across the room and tear Mike’s arm out of his socket, but he reigned himself in. What the hell was wrong with him?
A.J. had a stupid smug grin on his face, and Simon had the urge to smash his teeth in. Shaking his head in an effort to clear his murderous thoughts, Simon leaned over the end of the bar and motioned for a beer.
“So,” A.J. drawled. “What now?”
Toni’s tinkling laughter filtered across the noise of the room, and Simon’s gaze jerked back to where she stood. She was looking up at Mike, apparently laughing at something he had said. She looked radiant.
No, she looked damn beautiful.
Mike reached over and tucked a curl behind her ear, and
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