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He straightened, his eyes running over her face. She thought he smiled, but it was hard to tell in this light.
“I don’t feel so good.”
“What’s wrong?” She moved closer as Clark dumped his bottles. Bailey wondered if the man had drunk too much. The knife appeared in his hands seconds later, and he swung it at her face. Bailey leapt back.
“What the hell!” Clark charged forward. “Don’t touch her!”
Bailey kicked out and knocked the knife from his hands. The man raced off into the shadows.
“What the hell was that about?” Clark said.
“I-I don’t know.”
“Come on, we need to tell someone there’s a madman out here.”
Shaken, Bailey found Fin, and told him. He called the police.
“Are you all right? Fin just told me what happened.” Joe arrived at her side minutes later, while she collected more glasses. He held her, hauling her close with everyone watching on. “What the hell were you thinking, kicking that knife from the lunatic’s hands?”
“I don’t know, it just happened.”
“Well don’t let it happen again. Jesus, you start finding yourself and then suddenly you’re doing crazy shit like speaking to a room full of people and taking on crazy knife-wielding men. It’s enough to make me gray.”
She laughed.
“Oh, so it’s funny, is it?” He cupped her cheeks.
“Laughing stops the panic.”
His eyes sobered. “I don’t want anything to happen to you, Bailey Jones. I want you to sit at the bar and not move. I need you to be safe.”
“I’m okay, Joe. It was scary, but it’s okay now. The man was obviously high or drunk.”
He was about to say something, but stopped, his gaze now focused over her shoulder.
“Officer Martin has just arrived, so you go on and take him to my office, and make your statement.”
“Okay, but Clark needs to come too.”
“Why?”
“We’re friends, Joe. Besides, he was there, and rushed in to stop the guy, so he needs to talk with the officer too.”
“Yeah?” His brows rose.
“He totally did.”
“He totally did,” he mimicked her. “You’re losing your prissy-girl edges, baby.” He kissed her softly. “Go. I’ll send a drink over when you come down.”
“Who is playing for sing-along night?”
Joe winced. “Me.”
“I’ll do it.” His relief made her laugh.
“You sure you’re up to it?”
“Yes, and playing helps me relax.”
