While the man approached, although he had a sinister twist to his mouth, he was clearly no match for the men waiting just inside the bar, waiting to protect Paige. This preppy man in his pleated pants and Florsheim Chester loafers was not like the big Virgin River men. How could he inflict so much power, so much damage? He was smaller than Jack; so much smaller than Preacher. Goodness, he was about Rick's size! Not quite six feet with short, moussed, spiky brown hair. A pretty boy from the city. He was going to be very surprised. Mel
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The man approaching Paige had a threatening demeanor, but he was clearly outmatched by the burly protectors inside the bar. His polished appearance in expensive clothing contrasted sharply with the larger, rugged men, suggesting that looks could be deceiving. Despite his seemingly harmless stature, there was an air of arrogance that hinted he thought he could overpower the situation.

Though he stood at nearly six feet and sported a trendy hairstyle, this city dweller seemed to be unaware of the strength and determination of those who were ready to defend Paige. His small frame and pretty-boy charm might have given him a false sense of security, but the real power dynamics of the bar favored Paige's protectors like Jack and Preacher. They were likely to teach him a lesson he wouldn’t soon forget.

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