“Self-defense classes at the Y,” I lied. I had taken classes—starting when I was thirteen—but they weren’t at the Y. They were specialty ones taught by women in law enforcement, the military, or mixed martial arts.
“Damn. I thought that was just for little old ladies.”
“They’re there, too. You never know when a granny will jump out and get you with a knitting needle.”
“I’ll stay alert.” He jerked his chin. “Let’s go.”
“I’m good.” Even if Iwasshaken, I wouldn’t leave. The commotion must’ve woken everyone up because a crowd was gathering around the bar for refills, and I could see the server orders building up in the printer.
“But the boss?—”
“Tell him I threatened to put you in a figure four headlock.”
His brow raised. “I think you’re joking, but I also think you could do it.”
He was correct on both accounts.
I didn’t confirm or deny it, though. “I need to help before they get buried.”
Stevie nodded. “But I’m staying close.”
“Protecting me or protecting everyone else from me?” I asked.
“We’ll see how the rest of the night goes.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
VIOLENCE MAKES THE HEART GROW FONDER
RHYS
Why am I not surprisedshe didn’t listen?
Leaving my empty office, I walked out front and spotted Lo working as if I hadn’t given her an order. As if she hadn’t just been assaulted. She smiled as she darted around to take care of people.
I, on the other hand, was not smiling as I stalked through the crowd.
“I tried, boss,” Stevie said from his spot at the side of the bar—close, but not in the way.
I lifted my chin, knowing full well that no one could make Lo do a damn thing she didn’t want to.
Or things she wanted to do, for that matter.
She spent a lot of time bickering with me about shit we agreed on. The sick part was how hard it made me even though it was the perfect example of why acting on it would be a disaster. She was too damn stubborn for her own good, and she’d hate how I did things.
Maybe hate me.
The thought of that burned at me.
“He’sa little thingy,” LaQuin said to Lo before his gaze landed on me. “Uh-oh.”
She didn’t ask what was wrong. Resignation already coated her pretty face, and excuses were on her sharp tongue when she turned. “I’m fine. It got super busy. I didn’t want to leave them shorthanded and create more issues tonight. So, really, it was for your benefit. You’re welcome.”
“My office.”
“Would it help if I told you that you’re handsome?”
Yes.
