Page 39 of Falcon

But the beast by him is sucking all of my attention away and sending my heart into a pounding spiral.

Falcon.

“It’s closing time, ladies,” Grayson chimes in. “We came to make sure you got home safely.” He walks around to stand behind Amelia and helps her stand, but not before cupping her chin in his hand and tipping her head back for a kiss.

They are incredibly attractive together.

“Better this than a random Uber at 3:00 a.m,” Case adds, helping Nora stand.

“Well, I didn’t drink at all.” Motioning to the cups of water. “And I drove, so I’ll leave you all to your knights in shining armor.” I go to stand, but I feel a strong hand wrap around my bicep.

“It’s the middle of the night, nearly. At least let me walk you to your car,” Falcon says. He’s not asking. He’s demanding.

“I’m a big girl. I’ll be okay.”

“He’s not going to give up, Faith,” Nora says, as Case curls his arm around her waist and plants a kiss to her temple. “You’re in good hands. You said so yourself.”

“You did, did you? Talking about me?” He stares down at me with a wide, cocky grin on his face.

“I’ll never tell,” I reply.

“You don’t have to. Your face says it all.”

I say my goodbyes to the girls, thanking them for a fun night out, before he places his hand on the small of my back and we step out into the balmy, Savannah air.

“You’ve developed this habit,” I say as we stroll down River Street, passing all of the emptying bars, slowly making our way toward the parking lot with my car.

“I have? Tell me more about this habit.” His voice is deep, husky, and oh so sexy.

“You seem to always show up where I am. It’s kind of creepy,” I tease him, and nudge his shoulder with mine.

“I wouldn’t call twice enough to be creepy.”

“Three times. On my run, here tonight, and staring at me through my window.”

“Wait, wait. Hold up.” He moves around and stands in front of me, causing me to stop in the middle of the sidewalk. “I was on my sister’s porch and your window was open. That was pure coincidence.”

“Oh, and following me on my run wasn’t?” I place my hands on my hips.

“Well, I mean…I definitely knew you were out there. So I guess you could say it was on purpose, yeah.” He smiles proudly.

“You’re so full of yourself, aren’t you?”

Before he can even respond, someone shoves into me from behind, literally pushing me into Falcon’s chest.

“Get the fuck out of my way. Damn, bitch,” some drunk asshole slurs, as he tries to get by us and my body instantly tenses.

The sound from all around us drowns out and all I can hear is the pounding of my own heart.

I can feel Falcon wrap his arm around me and cradle the back of my head before shouting something at the man who shoved me. I can’t hear exactly what he’s saying, but I can feel the vibration from his chest as he talks.

I close my eyes and focus on my breathing. In and out. Trying my best to ground myself. To come back to now. With each breath, Falcon’s voice becomes clearer as does the chaos around me.

“Fuck you and fuck that bitch!” I hear the drunken douchebag yell, and I turn my face toward him and finally get a look. He’s probably in his early twenties, blond with some bright pink polo shirt on. Typical tourist asshole who’s had too much booze.

That’s all it takes. One second, Falcon had his arms around me, shielding me from the drunken rage happening around me, and the next, he has Mr. Polo Shirt held against the side of a the building by the back of his neck.

“Call her a bitch, again. I fucking dare you,” Falcon growls.

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