Page 61 of Second Chance with the Enemy CEO
“You are delusional. Orr’s stats speak for themselves. End of discussion.”
Logan groaned dramatically, throwing his head back like I had just insulted his entire family. “Stats don’t mean squat if you don’t have trophies to back them up.”
“You’ve got issues, you know that?” I laughed, shaking my head.
He was about to fire back when voices from the other side of the beach were raised and grabbed our attention. A crowd was forming, people craning their necks and murmuring.
“What’s going on over there?” Logan asked, sitting up.
“Don’t know. Don’t care,” I muttered, lying back down. “Nothing to concern ourselves about.”
Logan nudged me with his foot. “Come on. Let’s check it out.”
“Pass.”
He frowned, then grinned mischievously. “What if it’s a damsel in distress? Aren’t we supposed to be all noble and heroic?”
“Right, because you’re such a knight in shining armor material,” I said, rolling my eyes.
Logan did not wait for a proper response. He grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet, dragging me toward and into the crowd, weaving through the cluster of people who had gathered around until we had front-row seats.
At the center of it all were two guys and a girl, their argument loud and heated.
“You’re just gonna walk away after everything?” one of the guys barked, stepping closer to the girl, his voice laced with anger.
“Maybe if you acted like a decent human being for once, I wouldn’t have to,” she snapped back, her arms crossed tightly over her chest.
“Oh, so it’s my fault now?” he shot back, his face twisting in frustration. “You’re the one who ran your mouth.”
“I told the truth,” she countered, lifting her chin defiantly. “If you can’t handle that, maybe you should think twice before screwing people over.”
The second guy, who had been quietly simmering, finally chimed in, his voice colder. “You do not get to talk to him like that. In fact, you do not get to say anything else.”
The girl turned to him, her eyes blazing. “Really? That is rich, coming from someone who can’t keep his fists to himself.”
Gasps rippled through the crowd at her words, and I saw the second guy’s jaw clench.
“Careful what you say,” he warned, his tone low but threatening. “You’re walking a fine line.”
“Or what?” she challenged, taking a bold step forward. “You will try to scare me into silence like you do everyone else? Newsflash: it is not working.”
The first guy let out a harsh laugh, shaking his head. “You really do not know when to stop, do you? Maybe someone needs to teach you a lesson.”
“What’s the matter?” She retorted, her voice cutting through the tension. “Can’t handle the fact that someone finally called you out for the bully you are?”
His face darkened, and before anyone could react, he shoved her hard.
She stumbled backward, falling into the sand with a thud. A sharp intake of breath swept through the crowd as the second guy stepped forward, his hand raised like he was about to hit her. My fists clenched instinctively, but before I could move.
Thwack!
A Coke can sailed through the air and hit him square in the chest, cutting his movement short.
“What the hell?” He snarled, looking around. “Who the heck did that? Huh?”
A girl pushed through the onlookers; her dark red hair was pulled into a messy bun. She wore rainbow-colored shorts and a matching tank top, her every movement radiating fire and fury. There was an energy about her - something sharp and commanding - that made everyone freeze.
“Who do you think you are?” She demanded, her voice clear and steady as she fixed her glare on the guy who had shoved the other girl.
