Luke’s bar is so damn busy tonight that I’m not sure I’ll have the opportunity to spend any alone time with him. That thought feels like an ache I desperately need to soothe. It’s been two days since he took me on our first date and I haven’t seen him during that time. He’s been busy working and with his son while I managed to pick up some shifts at the café. I also had a job interview at the local paper today, at a time he’d wanted me to come over. My fingers are crossed for this job because it would mean full-time work and job stability.
I finish my drink and head to the bathroom. As I walk past the mirror, I almost die of mortification. My hair looks like a bird's nest.
Luke saw me like this?
The wind clearly decided my hair was too perfect when I left home tonight. I will stab Avery with a very sharp object the next time I see her. She saw me at the bar while Luke was talking to me. Epic fail on best-friend duties.
“Do you have twenty dollars I could borrow?”
I turn to see who’s asking me this and quickly forget all thoughts of my appearance when I find a petite woman with the most haunted look in her eyes that I think I’ve ever seen, staring at me. Desperate. If I had to describe her in one word, that would be it.
Without hesitation, I nod and reach into my purse to pull out twenty dollars. Money I can’t afford to give away, but nothing in this world would stop me from helping this woman. Something tells me she needs this money more than I do right at the moment.
As I’m passing it to her, the bathroom door opens, and a tall, stocky man enters. His large calloused hand reaches in between us, ripping it out of her hands. “Johnny is waiting out the front for you.” His loud voice booms into the air surrounding us as I stare into some of the meanest eyes I’ve ever come across in my life.
The woman blanches. “I’m not going home with him tonight.” She cowers in front of the man as he bears down on her.
Stepping closer to the woman and putting my arm across her to push her behind me, I say, “You need to leave right now.” I meet his angry gaze and don’t falter. No way am I letting him force this woman into doing something she doesn’t want to do.
He bends his face to mine, and his nostrils flare. “And you need to stay the fuck out of something that doesn’t concern you,” he barks, but I’m not that easily intimidated.
I stand straight and cross my arms over my chest. “I’m not staying the fuck out of anything.”
He reaches for my wrist and takes hold. After pushing me to the side, his other hand slides around the woman’s neck, and he pulls her out of the bathroom before I recover from landing on my ass on the bathroom floor.
Oh, no you don’t, asshole!
I follow them out into the bar and trail them as the guy drags the woman towards the front door.
“Hey, you!” I yell, trying to draw attention to us. “You can’t do that!”
People turn to stare, but no one is able to slow the man down as he ploughs through the crowd. I pick up my pace and lunge at him in an effort to grab hold. And I succeed. My hand connects with his forearm, and I grip him hard. Wrenching with as much force as I can muster, I manage to slow him down enough to come face-to-face with him again.
He snarls down into my face. “Bitch, I recommend you back the hell off. None of this is your concern.”
A deep voice cuts through the air. “No, but it’s my concern.” That voice whooshes through me, because not only is it commanding, it’s angry. And so controlled that it actually frightens me.
Luke.
I look around at the same time as he moves to put space between the asshole and me. Our eyes connect and his flash a warning.
“Move back,” he orders and I flinch at his tone. If I thought I’d met bossy Luke before, I was wrong. This is bossy Luke.
I do as he says and then watch as he manhandles the asshole all the way to the front door. His movements are effortless, and I’m stunned at the dominance he wields. I’m also struck by the realisation that under that cool exterior of his, lies a man who is very capable of protecting his own. I’ve never seen such control on a person. Luke is angry, and while that is obvious, he is clearly reining that anger in.
After he rids his bar of trash, organises a cab for the woman, and has a short conversation with his security guy, he turns and stalks my way. His gaze does not let mine go. When he reaches me, he grips my hand and leads me to his back office. He’s walking so fast that I almost stumble in my haste to keep up with him.
He closes the door behind us once we reach his destination and then watches me for a moment, his breathing hard. “I told you to stay away from those guys, Callie,” he clips, his eyes still flashing anger.