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“No,” he replied.

“I suggest you let her go before we have a problem,” someone I didn’t know interrupted. I was thankful she was trying to help. She was in perfect shape, had long brown hair, and looked like a badass by the death glare she was giving this guy. I wouldn’t want to mess with her.

“No one’s talking to you,” the man replied. He was strong and not letting go of my wrist.

“I’m talking to you. If you don’t let her go, I will have you removed.”

The guy grinned. “I know the owner. He’d never throw me out.”

The badass women took a step closer to him and got in his face. “And I know almost every cop in this city. I suggest you let her go before I arrest you.”

“You’re a cop?” His hand loosened a little at his own question.

“Something like that.”

“Prove it,” he stated, and his eyes looked down as though he was looking for her gun. She didn’t have one that I could see.

The woman grinned and dug into her small silver clutch, pulling out what looked like a man’s black wallet. She flipped it open and thrust the inside view into the guy’s face. “I’m not going to warn you again.”

His gaze flicked to the contents of the wallet, and he finally released my wrist. I rubbed at the area that slightly hurt from his grip. Without a word, he turned and left.

“Thank you,” I stated, still rubbing my wrist.

“You’re welcome. Are you okay?” I nodded. “Sorry to interject, but a guy should never put his hands on a woman, and it looked as though you needed a little help.”

“Thank you. We didn’t know that guy at all,” Brooke stated.

“Hopefully he won’t be back. If he does, come find me.”

“Thank you,” I said again. “I’m Nicole. This is Brooke, Kym, and Jenna.”

She smiled. “Joss.”

“Are you really a cop?” Kym asked.

“FBI,” Joss replied.

“Wow. You’re an FBI agent?” Jenna asked.

Joss smiled. “I am.”

“That’s really cool,” Kym gushed. We all nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, it can be,” Joss replied.

“Thank you again.” I wasn’t sure what would have happened if she hadn’t stepped in. My luck, I would have punched him in the face and had to call Avery to bail me out of jail the morning of our wedding.

“No problem, and congrats on getting married. I got married a few months ago, and I’m actually here celebrating my best friend’s bachelorette party.”

“Oh, that’s cool. Maybe we’ll see you all out on the dance floor.”

“Maybe.” Joss smiled. “Actually, why don’t the four of you join us? We have a table.”

“Really?” I beamed.

“Yeah. Let me just use the ladies’ room and then we can walk over together.”

“We don’t want to impose,” Brooke chimed in.