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“I’m so sorry,” I say, my voice weak. “I never...I never meant for any of this to happen.”
Amy rubs my back gently, trying to calm me, her voice soft. “It’s okay, Bee. He deserved it. You didn’t do anything wrong.”
Noah stands beside us now, his hand on my shoulder as he looks down at me with concern. “I’m just happy you’re okay,” he says, his voice soft but firm. “That’s all that matters.”
I nod, wiping my eyes as I try to catch my breath.
“That’s Zack, I take it?” Noah says quietly, his tone unreadable, but I hear the understanding in it.
I simply nod again. “Yeah,” I whisper.
He doesn’t say anything more, but his presence comforts me more than I expected. I feel safe with him, even in the middle of all this chaos.
As the situation calms down, I see Nicole talking to Amy near the back. Nicole’s voice is low and calming as she makes sure Amy is okay after getting involved in the altercation. Amy looks a little rattled but reassured, and when Nicole gently takes her arm to guide her toward the back, there’s something tender in Amy’s gaze.
She looks at Nicole like she’s grateful, almost relieved. I don’t know if it’s just the situation, or if it’s something more, but I can’t help but notice the connection between them.
I turn away from the scene feeling Noah’s firm hand on my back as he guides me toward the elevator. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” he says softly, his voice warm.
I hesitate for a moment, still shaken, but I nod. “Thank you,” I say, trying to steady my voice. “I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”
“No need to thank me,” Noah replies, his gaze soft but intense. “You don’t need to worry about working for the rest of the shift. We’ll find someone to cover. You don’t need to think about it for one second.”
I let out a shaky breath, grateful for his care. I feel a little bit of peace settle over me. Maybe the night’s chaos hasn’t ended yet, but for now, I’m with someone who’s got my back.
Chapter Thirteen
Noah
I arrive at the bar early, the hotel still buzzing with the energy of the new day.
As usual, the staff is getting everything ready for the busy hours ahead. I take a moment to walk around, but my mind is preoccupied with thoughts of Blossom.
She’s still staying in my penthouse upstairs, and I’m not sure how long we can keep that quiet. For now, it’s just between us, but I know it won’t be like that for long.
As I head past the bar, I notice something that surprises me—Courtney is actually working. She’s behind the counter, sorting through bottles, her posture stiff as usual, but she’s doing the job for once. It’s a rare sight. I can’t help but raise an eyebrow. Maybe there’s hope for her yet.
I try to avoid making eye contact, but she’s already spotted me. She walks over quickly, eager to get my attention.
“Noah!” she calls, her voice dripping with forced sweetness.
I barely nod, keeping my expression neutral. I’m not in the mood for whatever game she’s playing today, but of course, she doesn’t seem to care about that.
“Good morning,” she says, lingering too close for comfort. “I heard about what happened yesterday. Quite the spectacle with Blossom’s ex.”
I feel the irritation creeping in, but I keep it cool.
Courtney doesn’t miss a beat, her smile too wide as she leans toward me. “You know, I don’t know if she’s worth all the trouble, Noah,” she says, her voice laced with condescension. “I mean, having her ex show up here and make a scene in a nice hotel like this? It’s not exactly the kind of thing that makes for a smooth operation, don’t you think?”
I feel the annoyance rising in my chest. She’s trying to get under my skin, trying to manipulate me into seeing Blossom the way she does. But I know what she’s doing, and I’m not falling for it.
I don’t respond right away, my gaze shifting to the bar as I gather my thoughts. I feel her eyes on me, but I can’t be bothered to look back at her. Courtney loves to stir the pot, and I’ve learned over time that the best way to deal with her is to ignore her.
Without saying a word, I turn on my heel and walk toward the kitchen, hoping she’ll take the hint.
I enter the kitchen and find Miguel working on prepping the food for the evening’s rush. He looks up as I walk in, and his face breaks into a smile.
“Well, well, look who’s in a good mood,” he says, his voice low but amused. “How’s the hotel business, Noah? I’m guessing things are pretty calm since yesterday?”
