I glanced toward the stall, and my jaw clenched. "Me? I'm gonna have a talk with your friends."
"But they're not my friends," she said. "I don't even know them."
"I know. But I’m gonna talk with them just the same."
From the look on Anna's face she knew damn well that the talk wouldn't be a friendly one.But what did she think? That I'd just let it go?
No fucking way.
I studied her face. "Tell me. Did they hurt you?"
"No. Of course not." She bit her lip. "And just so you know, I’m not leaving until you do."
Itwasn'twhat I wanted to hear. "And why's that?"
"Because you've got that look."
"What look?"
"That lopping look."
It took me a moment to realize that she was talking about the character I played in the movies. Yeah, that guy was famous for separating heads from their bodies, but this wasn't a movie – even if Iwasseriously pissed.
And besides, it's not like I had my sword.
I told her, "I'm not 'lopping' anything."
Her gaze narrowed. "But you want to."
She was right. I did.And with good reason. What kind of assholeswerethese guys? Anna had been alone. And they'd cornered her in the women's room for Christ's sake.
Fuckers.
I told her, "All right, wait if you want, but you're not dragging me off."
She scoffed, "As if I could."
Got that right.
I turned to face the stall. Sooner or later, they'd have to come out. And if they didn't within two minutes, well, I'd be buying the restaurant a new stall door.Hey, it wouldn’t be the first time.
I'd been waiting maybe thirty seconds when one of the guys yelled, "What the hell are you doing?"
I crossed my arms. "Waiting."
"For what?"
I smiled. "Guess."
No guess came. From inside the stall, his friend whispered, "I thought you said it was cool."
"Itwascool," the first guy replied. "I mean, I put up a sign."
"Yeah. And he ignored it. I told you he's fucking crazy."
They had no idea.
The same guy continued, "If you ask me, your sign sucked.Dumb-ass."
