Page 14 of Receiving His Mercy
According to Tyler, he had no idea how to date or treat a woman. Which was ridiculous.
Although his last date had ended with her actually running away from him.
After paying the bill, he stood and turned. His gaze went to her immediately; he wasn’t certain how anyone could miss her. Tonight, she was wearing a neon pink silky shirt that dipped down in the front to show far too much cleavage for his liking.
Not your business.
But what the hell was she doing here? How did she end up in the same restaurant as he was in? New York City was enormous. This couldn’t be a coincidence, could it?
Although, it didn’t seem like she was following him. She wasn’t even on her own. There was a huge ass motherfucker sitting across from her.
And, yeah, he had no right to judge the fucker sitting there and staring at Caren’s cleavage.
But he was.
Was she okay with the way that asshole was drooling over her? Who was he, anyway?
The guy reached out a hand toward her and he felt himself tighten. Were they on a date?
What the hell? She’d only been in the city a couple of weeks. How the hell was she going on a date?
Maybe she used an online dating service like he had.
What the fuck was she thinking? That wasn’t safe for a woman on her own. Not in this city.
And yeah there was a part of him that was aware he was being a hypocrite since he’d used a service to meet women.
But that was different. He wasn’t a threat to any of those women. And none of them had been under his protection.
She isn’t either.
No. But it was clear she shouldn’t be allowed to live in the city without someone to watch over her. Going on a date with someone she didn’t know?
Unacceptable.
Of course he ignored the voice in the back of his mind that reasonably pointed out that she might know this guy. That he had no clue how she’d met him.
Or that she was even on a date.
And that he had zero right to insist that she allow him to protect her.
He was too outraged that she might have put herself in danger to listen to that very reasonable voice.
This was his cousin’s friend. And that meant that he had to look out for her.
As the guy tried to touch her, she shied back.
Oh, that just fueled his anger even more. It was clear she was uncomfortable. Maybe she wanted out of the situation. Did she even have a backup plan? Did anyone actually know she was here?
What if something went wrong with this guy? What was her security net?
He was about to inform her of the error of her ways. As soon as he got her away from Mr. Touchy.
Storming over to the table, he spotted the moment that she saw him. Her eyes widened and her mouth opened in shock. He came to a stop behind her date. This guy was even bigger than he’d thought. Not that Travis was intimidated. Few people were as well-trained and deadly as he was. He knew how to take care of himself.
And Caren, too.
“Travis? What are you doing here?” she asked.
