Page 67 of Heartbreak Hero

“Um…what about the movies?” he suggested, linking their fingers when she remained quiet.

“As long as it’s not horror.” She pursed her lips, and his gaze zeroed in on her mouth.

She grew breathless, wanting his lips on hers. Her heart pounded as she pictured him yanking her close and holding her tightly.

And again, she wondered if she could possibly…change his mind.

Levi couldn’t believe his luck.

For the first time in days, Sara wasn’t pulling away from him, and he was going to take full advantage of it.

Movement near the bar drew his gaze, and he saw Carla slide from the barstool and pull away from Nash.

The pair appeared to be arguing, and Carla pushed Nash. The big soldier didn’t budge, and Carla poked her finger into Nash’s chest to emphasize whatever she was saying.

“I’m not sure what the hell is going on,” he muttered, and Sara shot her gaze in that direction.

“I should probably go find out,” she murmured and pulled her hand free.

She stood with Levi, and they walked back toward the pair.

“He hurt you,” Nash snarled.

“That’s not your business,” Carla spat the words angrily.

Sara stopped in her tracks.

She had only ever heard Carla use that tone of voice a few times, and not since college when the woman had broken up with Joe Michelson for cheating. That breakup had been loud and volatile.

“What’s wrong?” Sara asked as she and Levi drew near to where Nash and Carla stood by the bar.

“Him and his Neanderthal tactics,” Carla said icily, glaring at Nash.

“So, I’m just supposed to stand back while some asshole hurts a woman?” Nash said through his teeth.

“He’s my fiancé,” Carla hissed, her voice full of anger.

“Well, isn’t thatspecial,” Nash said flatly with a sneer. The big soldier spun on his heel and walked out the front door.

Sara shot Carla a surprised look.

“You didn’t tell me you were seeing someone,” Sara said and Carla sighed.

“It didn’t come up.”

Sara glanced at the marks on the wrist Carla was still rubbing.

“Just be sure about him,” Sara whispered softly. “You don’t want to be with someone who hurts you.”

“You’re one to talk,” Carla said, curling her lip in a sneer.

Sara sucked in a breath, tears stood in Carla’s eyes, and when her friend pushed past her, Sara stepped away.

She couldn’t school Carla on boyfriends since her track record sucked ass.

Levi drew her into his arms, and Sara didn’t pull away.

Ana, who had overheard their exchange, cut in.

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