She heard the bell jingle, the door slam as she slumped against the prep station. Then Lizzy was there, pulling her into a hug. “You’re okay,” she murmured.
“I need to call Zamira, to warn her. Oh God, Juan—” He’d gone with her sister this morning to help Zamira pick up clothes because someone had been hassling her. Juan had made it sound like no big deal. Clearly it was a giant deal!
“I’m already calling him,” Lizzy said as she hurried to the front door, locked it.
“I need to call the cops.”
“No.” Lizzy shook her head. “Not yet. We’re going to handle this, and I’m getting a crew of our guys here today to keep an eye on you and the store. But you should call your sister, tell her exactly what he said to you.”
Angel simply nodded and fished her phone out of her apron with trembling fingers. This wasn’t something she’d ever imagined happening. And it had been so quick.
If Lizzy hadn’t been here… She didn’t even want to think about what could have happened. She just hoped her sister was okay—and was worried that guy might come back and make good on his promise.