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1
Don’t touch me.
The man shoved Chryssie Mason up against the wall. Music blared over the loudspeakers, drowning out her voice. She’d sent the kitchen help home a few minutes earlier. Despite the noise, the night had been slow, so it didn’t make sense to keep paying them. Great move, Chryssie. She shoved the drunk away, but he only moved closer.
Come on, let’s have a party.
His boozy breath sickened her.
She pushed against his chest with all her strength. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll take your hands off of me. Right now.
Come on, baby. We just want to have fun.
You can have all the fun you want, but not with me. I’m working.
Nobody’s here to have fun with. Except you.
He motioned around the empty bar, almost falling down as he did.
She should have stopped serving him, but she’d not noticed his condition due to keeping an eye on the employees and the clock. Not my problem. I don’t plan on getting fired because of you.
Aren’t you a pretty thing?
He reached out for her. Come on. One little kiss.
She moved toward the bar. The billy club was under the shelf. Just a few more steps and…hands clamped on her arms. She tried to twist away, but he held on tight.
His buddies sat at a table in the far corner, laughing, fake-jabbing each other, and drinking. She looked over at them. I suggest you get him out of here. Now.
We don’t tell him what to do.
One yelled back, which made all of them laugh.
Another stood up. Yeah, we’re not his boss.
He staggered their way.
Good. He’d get his friend under control.
Instead, he grabbed her other arm. The two of them backed her up against the wall.
The first twinges of real fear coursed through her. Chryssie couldn’t fight off two guys, let alone four. She’d assumed his friends would rein him in if he got carried away with his antics.
A moment later, another of his friends was on the other side of her, taking hold of her other arm. The first drunk relinquished his hold and moved in front of her.
She pushed away the panic. Since they held her arms so tightly she could barely move, she kicked out at the man in front of her, but he moved out of range and laughed. Good move.
I’m giving you one last chance to let go of me.
She tried to sound authoritative and tough.
Oh, wow. One last chance.
He grabbed her chin and pulled it toward him. That is so nice of you. But I think I’ll pass.
She brought her foot up and slammed it down on his with all the force she could muster.
Ugly words spewed from his mouth as his fist drew back.
She steeled herself for the punch, squeezing her eyes shut and ducking her chin. When it didn’t happen, she cracked her eyes open.
The fist was stopped mid-air. The guy’s eyes were widened. His face flushed red as he turned to see who was behind him.
I don’t give second chances.
The new voice was matter-of-fact. And tough.
Zack, thank God. Her startled brain would recognize his tones anywhere.
In the next moment the drunk was on the floor, moaning.
Her arms were instantly freed as the other two stepped back, staring at their buddy. One held up his hands in surrender. Hey, we don’t want any trouble. We were just having a little fun. You know how it is, we didn’t mean nothing by it.
It didn’t look as if she was having a bit of fun.
Zack’s glance gave no quarter. Pay the lady what you owe her and be sure to include a nice, big tip. Then get out of here before I change my mind.
Zack leaned down and pulled their buddy to a standing position. Got some money for her tip?
The drunk reached in his pocket and pulled out a five.
Not enough.
Zack told him.
He reached back in and pulled out two twenties. This should cover it.
His words were slurred.
Don’t come back again. If you do, I’ll press charges.
Chryssie told them.
Zack grabbed hold of the nearest drunk. You know what? I changed my mind. All of you need to be arrested. Call the cops, Chryssie.
No. No. Don’t do that.
The instigator looked at Chryssie. I’m really sorry. I don’t know…I’m not usually like this. Really. Too much to drink. All my fault. Please.
Zack winked at Chryssie. Her signal to act tough.
Chryssie glared at the drunk. Make sure you don’t come back. Ever. And here’s a piece of friendly advice. Stop drinking.
She had no idea why people did it in the first place.
The three drunks and their designated driver left.
That’s funny advice coming from the bartender of this fine establishment.
Zack grinned.
I’m really glad to see you, Zack.
Chryssie tried to smile back.
Are you OK?
Even as she nodded, her knees started shaking. She swayed.
Zack put an arm around her and helped her to a bar stool. Maybe I really should call the cops. You don’t look so good.
I’m fine.
Much to her horror, tears slipped down her cheeks. Now that it was over, she wasn’t sure if she wanted to throw up or cry. Probably both. If you hadn’t shown up, I…I don’t know what would have happened.
You were doing just fine without me.
Yeah, right. Another few minutes and…
She couldn’t finish the thought.
And nothing, you would have handled them.
Zack sat down on the stool beside her. His muscles bulged beneath his T-shirt, which emphasized the tattoos covering them. His face was grizzled as if he hadn’t shaved for a few days, which he probably hadn’t. I thought Marv had a policy of no women working alone.
He does. I didn’t think it was a big deal so I let the cook and the waitress go home early. That won’t be happening again.
She laid her head on the bar, trying to calm down.
His hand rubbed her back.
As she straightened up, his hand fell away. I’ll sure be glad when I can quit this job.
Not much longer, huh, Glitter?
Everyone called her Glitter at the bar. A tribute to all the bling she wore, along with too much makeup and her Goth-like black wig. Not if I can help it.
I had a good time the other day. On our date.
His finger traced a line on her hand, leaving a trail of warmth.
She grabbed it back and jumped up, looking for something to do. He didn’t need to get the wrong idea. It wasn’t a date. I told you that. Lunch, not date. Remember?
He held up his hands in surrender. Sorry, I forgot. I had a good time on our not-a-date date. How’s that?
He winked.
Zack. I’m serious. It wasn’t a date.
She walked behind the bar and grabbed a cleaning cloth.
I know. I know. Stop freaking out. Forget I even said the word. But I still had a good time.
She rubbed at the bar as she talked. Hopefully, by this time next month, I’ll have a new job with better pay…and a lot better working conditions.
If you quit, does that mean I won’t see you anymore?
She sighed inwardly.
Zack was not the kind of guy she wanted. She hadn’t spent five years going to college so she could end up with a biker. Despite his kindness, bad news was written across those tattooed muscles. He was a walking canvas. A snake crawled up his left arm to his neck. An American flag adorned the top of his right arm with a military tattoo of some sort below it. His left forearm had a beautiful rendition of a cross with a fish symbol under it.
Before she could come up with a response, he let her off the hook. You ready for your exams?
Pretty much. I still have tomorrow—well, today— to do some studying. And the final’s on Monday.
And then Glitter becomes a full-fledged nurse.
Hopefully.
She was pensive. I don’t want to blow it.
Hard work wins any day. You should be very proud of yourself.
Yeah, she should be. I’ll wait to celebrate until after it actually happens.
Don’t be such a pessimist, Glitter.
Well, if you knew my life you’d understand.
Zack reached out to touch her hand once again, but she was faster. He pretended not to notice. I’d like to know a little more about that life.
Yeah, sure.
A part of her wanted to believe he was serious, but he wasn’t the right guy. No matter how cute he was. Or how attracted she was to him. Or that he’d just rescued her from...the truth was, if he saw the real Chryssie instead of Glitter, he probably wouldn’t even give her a second glance. Not that she wanted one. It had been a big mistake to let him take her out to lunch. Mixed messages were not a nice thing, and she sure couldn’t afford any more bad boys in her life. She’d been there and done that. She wouldn’t do it again.
Come on, I could show you a good time, Glitter.
He winked as he tugged at his pony tail.
A good time she didn’t need. Yeah, that’s what I’m afraid of.
Afraid? I’m just a harmless teddy bear. You know that. What about coming with me to church? That wouldn’t be a date.
She shook her head. I don’t do church.
Her grandmother believed in God, but she’d never understood why. All her prayers went unanswered.
He patted her arm. Used to be the same way until Jesus saved my life.
Yeah, yeah. I don’t mean to be rude, but I’ve heard all that before. Jesus saves you and then you go to heaven.
That’s true, but that’s not what I mean. Jesus literally saved my life.
Do tell.
Her gaze moved to the cross on his arm.
He touched it. I promise to tell you the whole story if you come to church and have lunch with me after. If not tomorrow, then another Sunday. And it’s a really good story.
She put a hand on