reeling and sprawling. She would have fallen flat, if strong arms had not caught her and set her on her feet. She knew without looking that David Michael Majors had broken her fall. She felt strong, gentle hands on her arms, steadying her.
“Connie!” Skyler gasped. “What on earth are you doing here?”
“I came to see if the rumors were true, you little, cheating jerk! It seems that for once, they were quite accurate.”
A thin, angular woman with very black, cropped hair tipped in bright copper and glittering, green eyes advanced on Skyler like a dangerous cat.
Skyler visibly scrambled. “No, Connie! That's not so! This is Caitlin Kilpatrick. She’s one of my distant cousins that I told you about.”
“Oh! And do you always kiss your cousins so passionately, Skyler? I think not,” she taunted. “I think that this is totally the little mistress that I was told you’re keeping hidden in Scotland!”
The woman turned her malicious gaze on Caitlin. “And I’ll teach you to mess around with my man, you slut!” She promised coldly.
A wicked blade gleamed and flashed in the air before her. Caitlin gasped. Broad shoulders immediately blocked her view. A strong, brown hand clamped over Connie’s leather-clad arm, and the knife dropped clattering to the floor.
“No, you won't.” David Majors said quietly.
“Who do you think you are?” Connie roared up at the considerably taller man.
“Knock it off. You can take it up with Skyler. This girl probably doesn’t have a clue who you are, or what’s going on. Now both of you, get out of here and settle this … somewhere else.” He ordered. He continued to hold Caitlin’s arm firmly, so that she stood behind him, well out of harm’s way.
After staring venomous holes through David, who did not budge, Skyler and Connie made their exit.
When the coast was clear, David turned sharp, disturbed eyes on Caitlin. “Are you all right?” he asked, deeply concerned.
“Yes, thanks to you.” She answered shakily. She was obviously way out of her league. She felt she might just retch. She felt as if she'd been shattered, and left ripped and bleeding. She felt as if she were losing all the strength and joy and vitality, and peace that had been hers just moments ago.
The security guard whistled. “Nice work, Mr. Majors.” He complimented.
“Do you have a way home, or was Vaughn going to take you?” David asked evenly. His eyes seemed worried. As if he could see what was happening inside her.
“Actually, the last bus ran a long time ago. Skyler was going to see me home.” She stammered. It sounded so lame and embarrassing, now.
“Then, I’ll see that you get there. Let’s get moving before she comes back in here.” He suggested.
He took her elbow, settled an authoritative hand in the middle of her back, and propelled her forward. He was silent as he guided her quickly down the hallways to the back door. He seemed so stern that Caitlin never even dreamed of objecting. She hadn’t a single thought about arguing. She was shaken to her core, and very grateful that there was someone who seemed to know how to take charge at the moment.
He showed her out the back door. Just outside, Connie was busily giving Skyler the back side of her tongue. The sounds she was making seemed to strike and slap deep into Caitlin’s heart, as they went by. David pushed Caitlin quickly past, and hustled her into the back seat of a black stretch limo. No sooner had David joined her and locked the door behind him, than Connie hit the door with all her might.
Caitlin gasped fearfully, and jumped as the screaming body hurled itself against the window next to her head. “You bloody witch, I’ll kill you!