Page 5 of Some Saviors Can Break You

The car.

Headlights illuminated the woman, and he saw a pale face with delicate features and wide eyes that were locked on the vehicle.

Instead of slowing, it sped up, and it wasn't swerving away from her even though the driver had to have seen her.

Eli didn't even think about it.

He sprinted across the street and launched himself at the woman, wrapping an arm around her and rolling them both out of the way of the oncoming car.

9:46 P.M.

A blur of black in her peripheral vision caught her eye.

Before Florence could react, she was tackled.

She landed hard on the pavement, her wrist taking the brunt of the fall and pain shot through it, reverberating around her body.

The car careened past.

If she’d still been there it would have slammed right into her.

Since she’d been kneeling and not standing, her head and chest would have taken the brunt of the bumper’s force. There was no way she could have survived such an impact.

The car sped off, and Florence turned her attention to the person who had tackled her. Whoever it was still lay on the concrete beside her, an arm wrapped around her waist, her body flush up against his hard one.

So far, he hadn't made any move to harm her, but that didn't mean he wouldn’t.

Not willing to wait and see what the man would do next, whether he was friend or foe, she squirmed quickly out of his grip and pulled out her weapon, holding it on the man. “Who are you?” she demanded.

Surprised dark eyes looked up at her, and then he broke out into a bemused smile. “I just saved your life, darlin’, that how you thank me?”

“You didn't answer my question,” she bit out. “Who are you?”

The man stood slowly, seemingly unconcerned with the fact that she had a gun aimed at his chest. It was a nice chest, his coat and suit jacket were both open, and she could see his muscles’ definition through his white shirt. He was tall, at least a foot taller than her, maybe more, and he had to outweigh her by at least a hundred pounds, all of it muscle.

He took a step toward her, and Florence knew that she should announce herself as a cop, and if the man wouldn’t answer her questions then cuff him and keep him here until shecould call in what happened and back up arrived, then have him taken down to the station to be questioned. For all she knew this man was in cahoots with whoever had tried to run her over.

Instead of doing anything, she stared up at him. The short, scruffy beard made him look ridiculously sexy, and the way he was looking at her had her blushing even though she wasn't a woman who blushed when a man looked at her like he wanted to devour her.

Despite the fact she didn't know who he was, her gut said this man wasn't a threat to her safety. And she reluctantly had to admit that if he hadn't been here she would probably be dead right now.

“Are you going to tell me your name or not?” she snapped because his eyes roving her body and his heated gaze were stirring up a tingling deep in her belly that was completely inappropriate given what had just happened.

“Eli Lennox,” he said with a grin. “And you are?”

“Florence Harris,” she replied, leaving out for the moment that she was a cop.

“Nice to meet you, Florence Harris.” The way he said her name had her pulse fluttering wildly. There was something about this man that made her go all weak at the knees. “Any idea why someone just tried to kill you?”

“We don’t know that he tried to kill me,” she immediately protested.

The man arched a dark brow. “Cars trying to knock you down just part of your daily routine?”

“No, but …”

“But nothing,” Eli interrupted. “That car was aiming straight for you, if I hadn't pushed you out of the way then you’d be dead right now.”

Florence sighed.

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