When I finished removing anything that was less than ten minutes old, I double checked to make sure there was nothing that I'd missed, including outgoing texts or emails.
Sadly, I'd learnedthislesson the hard way.
Finally, I held out the phone to its owner, who was still flattened against the wall, courtesy of my so-called boyfriend. The guy's shoulders were pinned, but his hands were free, well, sort of anyway.
I shoved the phone into his nearest hand and told him, "Don't do that again, okay?"
When he gave a jerky nod, I turned to Flynn and said, "You can let go now."
With a low curse, he finally released the guy, and none too gently either.
Just like the two guys before him, the stranger bolted for the restroom's main door and didn't look back before plowing through it.
But it wasn't until the door slammed shut behind him that therealconflict began.
