AMELIA

“Come on, it’s closing time, we should go.” I pull on my boyfriend’s arm as he takes another shot, and I roll my eyes. “Taylor!” I scold him.

He cocks a grin, and his hand flies up to backhand me across the face. “Don’t tell me what the fuck to do bitch,” his words slur.

“Hey! Hey! Hey!” A muscular man pulls Taylor up by his collar and tosses him out the front door.

“Get lost, loser.”

The muscular man puts both hands on my shoulders and looks into my eyes. “Are you okay?” My breath hitches because even if I have a boyfriend, I have eyes, and they are looking into gorgeous blue ones. I nod, feeling embarrassed.

“Come with me, I’ll get you some ice.”

For some reason, I can’t meet this stranger in the eye. “That’s not necessary. Really.”

He is already pulling me toward the bar; he wraps the ice in a cloth and hands it to me. “Here.”

“Thanks.”

“Sit. I’ll get you another shot.”

I wasn’t going to argue, I was the only one here with…three muscular men. Holy cow.

“I’m Luke, and you?”

“Oh. I’m Amelia.”

“Ah. Pretty name for a pretty woman.” My cheeks heat as I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. Luke is not only very muscular, but he’s tall, handsome as hell, has gorgeous blue eyes, and he is clean-shaven. Two other men approach, and one asks, “Is that your POS of a boyfriend? He always hit you?”

I swallow hard. “Uh. He only does it when he gets drunk.”

“A man should know his limits,” the third man says. “No woman deserves that, drunk or not. No excuses. We will ban him from coming in here. But you are free here anytime.” He smiles, and his dimples show. Luke has short, close-shaven blonde hair, while the other two men have longer, light brown hair, and they both sport beards and mustaches. The three of them must work out a lot.

“That’s Connor,” he points to the first guy that spoke of the two. He then points at the other guy and says, “That’s Jason. Guys, this is our new friend, Amelia.”

“Are you are related?”

Luke grins. “We are best friends, and we own this establishment.”