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“She was into me,” he tries to argue with me more, but they’re pulling him away from me. Smart choice.
I pull off my T-shirt as I walk around the side of the building. I wring out as much of the beer as I can and then sigh. What a fucking night.
My adrenaline is still pumping as I pull up the rideshare app. I’m about to request a Lyft when Olivia appears out of an employee door. Her steps falter when she spots me.
“I’m so sorry,” I say as I look her over. She has her keys in hand and her purse over one shoulder. I don’t move in case she’s still feeling spooked.
“I was about to say the same thing. I wasn’t aiming for you, in case that wasn’t clear.” Her gaze dips to my bare chest and then lower. A ripple of lust shoots through me as she stares a little longer than necessary.
A smirk plays over my lips when she meets my stare again. “No apology needed. I should have known you had it handled.”
“I did try to warn you.”
“They didn’t send you home because of that guy, did they?”
“No. I was supposed to be off about thirty minutes ago. That was my last walk-through before clocking out.”
I nod, still not moving toward her. She doesn’t budge either.
“Well, I guess I should go.” She glances around the dark parking lot.
“Let me walk you,” I say.
She opens her mouth like she might argue, but I motion with my head and take a step.
“Come on. It’ll make me feel better to know you’re safe. And keep me from getting into a bar brawl,” I mutter the last part.
She laughs lightly and we fall into step together. I let her take the lead and she walks up to a small black SUV. She hits the key fob, and the vehicle unlocks, lights flashing.
“I made it. Safe and sound.”
I open the door for her, and she cocks one brow. “You just can’t help yourself, can you?”
“Being a gentleman, you mean?”
“It is a lost art,” she says.
“One more reason you should go out with me.”
“Good night, Flynn.”
I think about what Sadie said about how maybe I wasn’t really listening to her now, but then I think about the drunk idiot and how he couldn’t take no for an answer.
While I’m deciding whether or not I should shoot my shot again, she gets into her vehicle. So, I shut the door and step back, then lift a hand in a wave.
8
OLIVIA
My nerves are shot. I’m sure Flynn assumes it’s from the creep who put his hands on me, but I’m more spun up about him. Talking to him, seeing him, seeing him with his freaking shirt off. I was not prepared. He’s tall and broad so I assumed underneath he would be muscular but seeing it is a whole other thing.
I fumble with my seat belt twice before it clicks into place, then start the engine. My heart is still racing so it isn’t until I go to put the SUV in gear that I realize all the dashboard lights are on.
I glance to my left. Flynn stands a foot away, watching me through the closed window. I give him a wobbly smile and try to start it again.
The engine turns over slowly but doesn’t start. I groan. “Come on. Don’t do this to me now.”
Another two tries give me the same result.
