Page 16 of One Wild Night
Chapter 4
Fucking piece of shit.
Scott cursed and blamed himself for allowing Abi to go through that shit. That idiot was hell-bent on dragging her off somewhere and raping her. Scott should have left the diner from the minute they entered and saw thecreep.
He wouldn’t have thought to follow her to the toilet, and he never thought she wouldn’t besafe.
What if he didn’t hear herscream?
What if she didn’t get the chance toscream?
And she called for him,too.
He’d moved without any thought when he’d heard her. The desperation in her cry told him she was introuble.
He was just finishing up in the men’s room, washing the creep’s blood off him and cleaning himself. The police had come and taken the guy away. Scott knew the man would have to go to the hospital first for the broken nose, and whatever else was broken. The asshole deserved it. Scott had never known what drove men like that to force themselves on a woman, aside from being vile and truly despicable. He couldn’t see the point. It had to take a sick bastard to think that was the way to behave and to treatpeople.
He walked back out into the diner to look for Abi, but she wasn’t there. He found her outside standing by his car. He didn’t blame her for waiting there instead of inside the diner. When she saw him, she rushed over and ran into his arms. She’d beencrying.
“Babydoll.”
He pulled back so he could see her, and he cupped her face. “Are youokay?”
“I’m okay. I mean, I’m not completely okay, but I willbe.”
“Let’s go to thehospital.”
She smiled and shook her head. “No, Margo needs us. I’m not hurt, just shaken up. Scott, thank you for rescuingme.”
“You don’t have to thank me for that.” Hesmirked.
“I do because I’m pretty certain I wouldn’t be here now if you hadn’t come along.” The worried look in her eyes angered himagain.
“Well, you know I wouldn’t have let anything happen to you.” He hoped she knew that and was grateful for the nod she gavehim.
As if it was the most natural thing to do, he took her hand and walked back to the car with her where he sat her down. He started inspecting her, checking her head to see if she was cut or bruised oranything.
He noticed the look she gave him. Her green eyes clung to him, analyzing him. A glint of wonder flickered within them. But there was something else.Hurt.
And he knew that what happened just now wasn’t the reason for it. Her look was the same look she got while they spoke about the past, right before she rushed off to the ladies’ room. It wasn’t overly visible, but it was there no matter how much she masked it. That was what came with knowing her and knowing her reaction to differentthings.
The hurt was there because of him. He’d hurt her a lot and felt worse for itnow.
“Abi, I think it’s best if I continue on to get Margo and I get you back to the hotel. You can see Margo when we get back. I’m sure that will befine.”
She cast her eyes downward and then looked back at him and shook her head and smiled. “I have to go. She called me. That’s what we do. We’re always there for each other. I’m fine,seriously.”
He didn’t think he’d ever come across two people who were better friends than Margo andAbi.
“Okay, well I’ll get you to her. Just let me look at your arm.” He was just concerned that the creep had hurther.
She chuckled and gazed at him. Her lashes swept down, and her generously curved lips parted. “Scott, I’m okay. Please stop fussing over me. I’m not used to it.” She was laughing, but, really, it wasn’t funny. She really should have had someone fuss overher.
He looked at her and took in her intoxicating beauty, her skin honey gold and flawless, made for loving. The sleek ends of her velvety chocolate brown hair lifted out against the gentle breeze, adding to herperfection.
“Today is different.” He nodded and smiled back ather.
“Aside from being one of those crazy days which I’d rather skip, it’s kind of no different to any other.” She raised herbrows.
