Dixie moaned with a flinch. “This from a woman who took out not one, but three Mags in the space of two minutes?” Caine quipped. “Hike up your warrior panties and hold still. I can’t see if you need stitches if you keep pulling away, honey.” He tried to stay calm while looking at Dixie’s battered face, running his fingers over it to reassure himself nothing was broken. He tried to remember his mother’s words about always being a gentleman, even as he considered driving over to Louella’s and beating down her door so they could end this all now. If Louella was doing this because of the rumor his mother divulged tonight on the phone when he’d told her about the argument Dixie had with the Mags at Madge’s—that Louella had once been in love with him and he’d chosen Dixie without knowing Louella was even interested, he had a record to set straight. He’d never even been a little interested in Louella, and he never had a single clue she’d been interested in him.
