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scream. Because, as the men stared each other down—as the fat, drunk one pushed past several others and grabbed the air rifle next to Reid’s—as Reid pumped and loaded and waited for the attendant to move out of the way—someone wrapped their hand around my waist.
And then they tugged me back, away from the safety of the crowd.
Hard.
A yell pushed past my lips on instinct, but it was mostly lost in the mass of people as I was dragged further away from everyone else. I had already put so much distance between myself and Reid that he had no idea what was going on. And now I was going to pay for it.
7
Reid
I hadn’t intended on throwing any punches in front of Sarah. At least, not yet. But this fucking asshole was pushing his luck.
Not only had the fat bastard called me out, he’d brought my reputation into question. I was Reid-fucking-Brody. I didn’t need to cheat at anything; I was just that good.
He really pushed my buttons. He also really distracted me from keeping an eye on Sarah like I should’ve been. This part, right here, is the story of how I almost lost her.
The first time, anyway.
I’d just pulled the trigger and knocked down another duck when I heard what almost sounded like a cry for help just over the noise of the people surrounding us, all of them cheering us on. We’d made something of a spectacle of ourselves and truth be told, I didn’t mind the attention. I liked it when people stopped and stared and stroked my ego with their awestruck gazes. Especially since I’d been called out in front of everyone by this drunk piece of shit who probably couldn’t shoot straight sober, let alone three sheets to the wind.
All I wanted to do was show him up. To prove to anyone and everyone watching what a sorry fuck he was. To uphold my reputation and put the final nail in the coffin where this accusation of cheating was concerned.
But that sound…
I turned just enough to look over my shoulder. Through the mass of bodies, I saw Sarah. She was toward the back of the crowd, her eyes wide and pleading, and she was yelling something that was lost in the noise of everyone around us. Someone tall and ugly had their hand wrapped tight around her tiny waist as they dragged her backwards, away from the crowd. Away from me .
I don’t even remember putting the gun down. I don’t remember turning and charging after her. All I remember is the moment my hand came into contact with hers—how cold her skin was. I wrapped my fingers around her wrist and felt her frantic pulse.
My other hand slammed into her aggressor’s chest, hard enough to send him stumbling backward. “What the fuck?” I demanded, pulling Sarah behind me. “Get your fucking hands off her!”
“Don’t, Reid,” Sarah began, but her voice sounded so small and far away from me that it was easy to ignore. I was pissed. Who the fuck was this guy?
He held up his hands. “Just a misunderstanding.”
“Bullshit!” I pushed him again, this time nearly slamming him against one of the other booths. “You some kind of pervert? A creep? You just go around grabbing girls, huh? Fuck no. You picked the wrong target tonight.”
“Reid…” Sarah was saying again. She sounded closer now. Through the red veil draped over my thoughts, I felt the brush of her fingers at my elbow. “Come on, let’s go.”
I yanked my arm away from her. “I want to know who you are,” I insisted, taking in the stranger before me—the stranger who had put his hands on Sarah. “Come on, motherfucker. Who are you?”
“It doesn’t matter. Please, Reid, don’t do this. I don’t want you to hurt him!”
Finally, I whirled on Sarah. “What? Why the hell not?”
A split second. That’s how long my attention was divided. Long enough for me to make eye contact with Sarah, to see the fear and concern on her face. There was something else there, too. Something that ran just a little deeper. Something that looked an awful lot like disgust.
It was enough to
And then they tugged me back, away from the safety of the crowd.
Hard.
A yell pushed past my lips on instinct, but it was mostly lost in the mass of people as I was dragged further away from everyone else. I had already put so much distance between myself and Reid that he had no idea what was going on. And now I was going to pay for it.
7
Reid
I hadn’t intended on throwing any punches in front of Sarah. At least, not yet. But this fucking asshole was pushing his luck.
Not only had the fat bastard called me out, he’d brought my reputation into question. I was Reid-fucking-Brody. I didn’t need to cheat at anything; I was just that good.
He really pushed my buttons. He also really distracted me from keeping an eye on Sarah like I should’ve been. This part, right here, is the story of how I almost lost her.
The first time, anyway.
I’d just pulled the trigger and knocked down another duck when I heard what almost sounded like a cry for help just over the noise of the people surrounding us, all of them cheering us on. We’d made something of a spectacle of ourselves and truth be told, I didn’t mind the attention. I liked it when people stopped and stared and stroked my ego with their awestruck gazes. Especially since I’d been called out in front of everyone by this drunk piece of shit who probably couldn’t shoot straight sober, let alone three sheets to the wind.
All I wanted to do was show him up. To prove to anyone and everyone watching what a sorry fuck he was. To uphold my reputation and put the final nail in the coffin where this accusation of cheating was concerned.
But that sound…
I turned just enough to look over my shoulder. Through the mass of bodies, I saw Sarah. She was toward the back of the crowd, her eyes wide and pleading, and she was yelling something that was lost in the noise of everyone around us. Someone tall and ugly had their hand wrapped tight around her tiny waist as they dragged her backwards, away from the crowd. Away from me .
I don’t even remember putting the gun down. I don’t remember turning and charging after her. All I remember is the moment my hand came into contact with hers—how cold her skin was. I wrapped my fingers around her wrist and felt her frantic pulse.
My other hand slammed into her aggressor’s chest, hard enough to send him stumbling backward. “What the fuck?” I demanded, pulling Sarah behind me. “Get your fucking hands off her!”
“Don’t, Reid,” Sarah began, but her voice sounded so small and far away from me that it was easy to ignore. I was pissed. Who the fuck was this guy?
He held up his hands. “Just a misunderstanding.”
“Bullshit!” I pushed him again, this time nearly slamming him against one of the other booths. “You some kind of pervert? A creep? You just go around grabbing girls, huh? Fuck no. You picked the wrong target tonight.”
“Reid…” Sarah was saying again. She sounded closer now. Through the red veil draped over my thoughts, I felt the brush of her fingers at my elbow. “Come on, let’s go.”
I yanked my arm away from her. “I want to know who you are,” I insisted, taking in the stranger before me—the stranger who had put his hands on Sarah. “Come on, motherfucker. Who are you?”
“It doesn’t matter. Please, Reid, don’t do this. I don’t want you to hurt him!”
Finally, I whirled on Sarah. “What? Why the hell not?”
A split second. That’s how long my attention was divided. Long enough for me to make eye contact with Sarah, to see the fear and concern on her face. There was something else there, too. Something that ran just a little deeper. Something that looked an awful lot like disgust.
It was enough to
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