Chapter 80
Flynn
When she left the table, I wanted to kick myself.
I was screwing this up, bigtime.
I should've taken her someplace more private, someplace where we could really talk, someplace where she wouldn't be looking over her shoulder or waiting for the other shoe to drop.
But I'd picked this place on purpose. It was the nicest place I could think of, and we hadn't been here before.
If we wanted a fresh start, this would be a good place to get it – or so I'd figured.
Apparently, I'd figured wrong.
When several minutes passed without Anna returning, I turned and looked toward the restrooms. From here, I couldn't see themorAnna.
But I was getting a bad feeling and saw no reason to ignore it. I stood and strode toward the restaurant's lounge area, where the restrooms were located.
What I saw when I got there made my blood run cold.
There was line of maybe five or six women outside the door. None of them were Anna. On the door to the restroom was a hand-written sign.Closed for cleaning.
Fuck.
I strode past the women and ignored their confusion when I pushed through the door only to see –What the hell?– Anna, cowering near a stall while two big guys in rumpled business suits loomed over her.
One of the guys was holding a camera. He was flashing it in her face while she held up a hand as if to ward off the light.
Working hard to keep my cool, I said, "Unless you want that camera shoved up your ass, you'll drop it."
In unison, all three of them turned to look. None of them looked happy to see me, not even Anna, whose face was too pale for my liking.
She was scared.
Of me? Or the guys?
I didn't know, but first things first.
When the guy with the camera didn't drop it, I strode forward and ripped it from his hands, tossing it aside while he and his buddy scrambled into the nearest stall and slammed the door shut behind them.
Idiots.
Like that chicken-shit door could stop me.
No.The only thing stopping me now from ripping that door off its hinges was the look on Anna's face. She looked ready to cry, and it hurt like hell to see it.
I moved closer. "You okay?"
She blinked. "Yeah, sure."
I wanted to take her in my arms and kiss the worry away. But I didn't have that right, not yet. And first, there was something I had to do. I flicked my head toward the main restroom door. "You go on. I'll meet you at the table, all right?"
She frowned. "Aren't you coming, too?"
"In a minute."
"Why? What areyougonna do?"
