Let’s dance the next piece together.”
Amanda looked the guy up and down. She wasn’t
impressed. He seemed like the too-many-beers type.
“Thanks, but I’m with someone.”
Amanda made to return back to the table. Before she
could take a few steps, the guy grabbed her wrist.
“I wasn’t asking, sweetie. I want a dance with you.”
“Let go of me.”
The guy ran one hand down Amanda’s arm. A finger
brushed along her chest.
“Just this one song, sugar. Please.”
“Don’t call me that!”
“Come on, don’t be—”
The grip on Amanda’s wrist was released. She blinked
and saw Nathan pushing the guy off her.
“This is my girl, you bastard. Back off.”
The guy’s lips turned down. He then aimed a right hook
at Nathan. The latter ducked to avoid it, and then he retaliated with a punch
of his own.
“Nathan, no!” Amanda said.
The rude guy fell to the floor, gasping for breath.
Nathan leaned down and grabbed him up by the collar. He then punched him on the
face. Blood began to pour from the guy’s nose.
Amanda thanked Nathan after he opened her door. He was
still angry about what happened at the club. They’d just returned to Ithaca. Nathan’s
brawl cut short their trip to Rochester. The drunken guy got kicked out, but so
were Amanda and her group. She was at least thankful that Nathan wasn’t a
violent type. He lashed out only if provoked.
After Nathan opened Emmy’s door, he locked the car.
The three of them walked in silence to their building. At the top of the
stairs, Nathan grabbed Amanda’s wrist. She looked back at him.
“Can we talk?”
Amanda looked at Emmy. She smiled in sympathy and
nodded. When she walked away, Amanda turned back to Nathan.
“What is it?”
Nathan looked down at a spot behind Amanda. He
swallowed, and then looked at her.
“I’m sorry for ruining our night. That shouldn’t have
happened. I just lost it.”
Amanda placed a finger on his lips.
“It’s okay. I can’t blame you for defending me. What
happened wasn’t your fault.”
“I should have controlled myself better. It’s not like
me to get so violent. It just drove me nuts to see that guy try to take
advantage of you.”
“You’re a good guy, Nathan. I’d probably have beat up
that guy myself if you hadn’t stepped in.”
A laugh escaped Nathan’s lips.
“That would have been worth seeing. I’ll try to act
less like a caveman next time.”
The corners of Amanda’s lips rose.
“You can act like a caveman whenever you want. I like
feeling protected.”
“Missing your bodyguard?”
Amanda shook her head. She took Nathan’s hand and led
him to the corridor that led to her apartment.
“You’re the best bodyguard I could have, baby. I love
you so much.”
Amanda stopped to kiss Nathan. She reached around and
grasped his hair. Nathan placed his hands on her arms. Just then, Amanda’s
phone rang.
“Let me see who it is,” Amanda said. “Open my door for
me.”
Amanda handed Nathan her keys. He opened the door to
her apartment while she answered her phone. The two of them entered.
“…was your trip? Did you like the Belmont?” Nathan
heard Amanda say. She walked to her sofa and sat down. “No, I haven’t been
there. Sounds cool. Yeah. You’ve got to send me some photos. Ha! I can imagine.
Maybe one day. Yes, I did say maybe. I can’t plan that far ahead in the future.”
Amanda smiled while she spoke to whoever was on the
other line. Meanwhile, Nathan went to Amanda’s kitchen. He grabbed two bottles
of water for themselves. Then he returned to the living room.
“Just send me an e-mail. Or ask Ryan to handle it. He
can help you add attachments. I’ve been fine. Nathan and I were just out with
our friends. We said goodbye to our break before we return to classes next
week.”
Nathan handed Amanda her bottle of water. She gave a
smile in thanks.
“You know how I feel. No, he’s not going anywhere.
Grandpa, if you trust me, you have to trust him. I get where
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