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The third guy sitting at the table jerked to his feet, backing away as if acid had been tossed on him.
But good ole Zane thought he could take Easton, who stood at least six inches taller and outweighed him by forty or fifty pounds. When he threw a couple of punches of his own, Easton simply wrapped one hand around Zane’s fist, using enough pressure the asshole cried out in pain.
But when he swung Zane around, using a chokehold that I knew could easily break his neck, I couldn’t allow that to happen.
“Don’t, Mr. Saint. Zane and his friends were just leaving.” I glared from one to the other, the two companions easily getting it was in their best interest to leave while Zane continued to struggle.
“Come on, man. Stop acting like a turd,” the third guy finally piped in.
“Please, just let him go,” I said softly and placed my hand on Easton’s arm. The shot of electricity was raw and white-hot and I was forced to curl my fingers to keep from getting burned.
Easton took a deep breath, still squeezing both Zane’s hand and his neck. But finally, he let the asshole go, immediately pointing his finger. “If you fuck with her or any other lady again, I will not hesitate to hunt you down. Now, get the fuck out of here.”
As the two companions pulled a choking Zane away, Zane seemed to be a glutton for punishment. He shifted from foot to foot, blood running from his nose. “Try it again, old man, and I’ll kill you.”
“Uh-huh. I’d like to see you try, buddy,” Easton snarled.
Zane flicked me the bird as he stormed to the door. “Be careful, princess. You never know when the giant boogeyman will slip from the shadows to eat you alive.” With that, he howled like some wolf before they walked out.
We both heard the few customers clapping and Ashleigh stepped forward. “Mister. I don’t know who you are but anytime you’d like to drop in for coffee and a piece of pie, it’ll be on the house. No one has ever stepped up to those bastards.”
Easton softened but it took a full fifteen seconds. “They shouldn’t be giving either one of you any more trouble.”
“Would you like cherry or apple?” she pressed.
He threw me a look then tried to smile but I could tell he was still furious. “Cherry would be great.”
“Comin’ right up.”
When Ashleigh was out of hearing distance, I folded my arms and confronted the man myself. “Why did you do that?”
“Because they were about to hurt you.”
“Uh-huh. You know that how?”
“I know their type.”
“Because you’re that type?” I didn’t mean for my statement to come out the harsh way it did but now, I couldn’t take it back. An awkward silence settled between us. “I can take care of myself.”
“Not against assholes like that.” His insistence was both admirable and made me cringe inside. When he glanced toward the vase of flowers, I felt obligated to say something.
“Thank you for the flowers. They weren’t necessary.”
“I believe they were, Ms. Adams.”
With that, he sidestepped me and all I could do was stare out the window, fretting as anxiety kicked in.
I had a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach, one that I doubted would go away any time soon. I only prayed my sudden savior hadn’t egged the three assholes on to the point of retaliation.
Or worse.
Why did I have a feeling if Easton had, the three men would suddenly disappear?
CHAPTER 11
Easton
Stalker.
