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I. Am. Shook.

Captivated.

Too quickly, her gaze focuses on the jerk again.

That won’t do. I’ve waited a month for this moment, and he’s interrupting.Rude.

My server girl grips the tray of drinks tightly, like she’s holding herself back from telling him off. I like her. She’s got impressive self-control.

I, however, do not.

“I’ll escort you out,” I growl. I’ll take him outside and beat him up for touching my server girl.

“Who are you? The photographer? You can’t escort anyone out,” the guy laughs.

Fuck around and find out, prick.

I love when people underestimate me, because it makes the payback that much sweeter.

“Wouldn’t be the first time. My job is to give the bride and groom wedding memories to last a lifetime. You groping the caterers impedes my ability to do that,” I reply, widening my stance and crossing my arms over my chest.

“Whatever,” the guy grumbles.

“Don’t mess with her again, or there’ll be hell to pay,” I promise.

Guys assaulting girls makes my blood boil. She shouldn’t have to deal with it.

My server girl slipped away while I was confronting the guy. Disappointment pricks me in the chest, but I wouldn’t expect anything less from her. Still, I’ll find her.

***

Four hours later,I’m dejectedly walking to my car in the dark. Once again, I lost my server girl. I asked every server I could find, but none of them know about her. Seems like she keeps to herself.

I parked in the back of the venue, and there’s hardly anyone around. Most of the guests dispersed right after the bride and groom made their exit through a human tunnelof guests holding sparklers. I’m almost to my car when I hear voices coming from the side of the building.

“Get away,” I hear a girl’s strained demand. My protective instincts kick in, and I rush in that direction.

I turn the corner of the building to see my server girl is struggling while the big, bearded guy from earlier tonight grips her bicep.

Oh, I’m going to enjoy breaking you, jackass. I leave my camera bag on the black pavement and pop my knuckles on my way to them.

“Come on. We can have fun tonight,” the guy drawls.

“No,” she says sternly.

My heart thuds against my rib cage as I run to intervene, and the girl whips out pepper spray and douses the guy’s face with it.

‘Atta girl.

Jerkface cries out as he stumbles backward and swipes at his eyes.I shove him hard and insert myself between them.

“What the fuck?” He shouts, then charges blindly in our direction.

I’m in front of her, and this amateur won’t get through me.

He throws a sloppy punch my way, but I easily dodge it. I land a solid right hook to his nose and grind out, “Told you not to touch her.”

He grabs his bloody nose with one hand and wipes his eyes with the other. “You broke my nose,” he whines.

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