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“No means no, you dick. Get lost,” I nod my head away from us.

Don’t get lost. Come at me.

The universe is on my side, because the douchebag swings unsuccessfully in my direction again. With one more punch and a kick to his ribs, I lay him out flat as a small yet satisfying crack rings out.

He squeals in pain, then passes out on the asphalt.

“Did you break his ribs?” She asks with wide eyes.

“One, hopefully. Broken nose and a broken rib. Two broken bones for assaulting you twice,” I shrug and shake out my hand.That douche needs to leave women alone.

“Does he need help?” She asks in a trembling voice.

“Nah. He’s black out drunk. Let him sleep it off here. He’ll wake up with a hangover. Probably won’t even remember how it happened,” I chuckle.

Her finger is still on the pepper spray trigger.

I hold my hands up in surrender. Damn, she’s scared of me. “You okay? I got violent with that prick, but I won’t hurt you.”

“You didn’t have to do that,” she says.

“That guy was twice your size. All pepper spray did was piss him off.”

“It would’ve given me a chance to get away if you weren’t here,” she argues.

“Possibly.” I give a thoughtful frown.

“Thanks for your help,” she says warily, her body slanted sideways in a defensive stance.

“I won’t hurt you,” I promise softly.

I’m a tall, muscled guy, and I don’t want her afraid. Taking a step backwards, I put my hands in my pockets so I look less threatening.

Now is probably not the best time to ask her out, but what if I don’t see her again? I have to shoot my shot. “I’venoticed you at the same events as me. You’re a hard worker.”

She lifts her chin at my compliment. “Thanks.”

“Want to grab a drink sometime?” I venture.

Her eyes widen in surprise. “That’s nice of you to ask, but no.”

“Why?” I press.

“I’ve got other stuff to focus on.”

Disappointing, but I’m not giving up that easily. “Okay. Where’s your car? I’ll walk you to it,” I offer.

“I’m walking actually. Thanks, though.” She leaves the can of pepper spray ready at her side.

“You’re joking, right?” I grin.

“No,” she replies without smiling.

“It’s midnight in Miami. Where are you walking to?”

“To where I’m going,” she answers cryptically.

I’m a naturally protective guy, and I want to make sure no one else messes with her.

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