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himself.”
    Kyle squeezed my hand. “The only ass you need to be worried about is your own. Once Sawyer hears about this he’s gonna beat the shit outta ya.”
    Ryan stood up and stumbled a little bit, proving just how much he’d had to drink. “Aw, I was just having a little fun. No harm done. All that sweet untouched beauty is still in place. Go on now and run along, little preacher’s daughter,” Ryan called out as I scrambled back toward Leann’s car. I didn’t check to see if she was following me. I just knew I had to get away.
    I reached her car and jerked on the handle only to find it locked. The tears I’d been holding back trickled down my face. I took a deep breath, letting the rest of the tears free. Why Ryan’s behavior bothered me so bad I wasn’t sure. It wasn’t like he’d actually hurt me. My stomach rolled and I pressed both my hands against it, praying I didn’t get sick. Sawyer had been my shield for so long, I didn’t know how to react to situations like that one. I hated being so naive.
    The bad Ashton would’ve known what to do. I let out a sob and laid my forehead against the cool window of the car door. Two arms slipped around my waist and I started to scream when the smell of Irish Spring soap met my nose.
    “It’s me. You’re safe.” At the sound of Beau’s voice I let out a sob and spun around to throw myself into his arms. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there. I came up too late. But I swear to you Ryan Mason won’t ever come near you again.” His words caused me to cry harder and I clung to his shirt, burying my head in his chest.
    “Shhh, it’s okay, Ash. Let me get you in the truck before anyone comes searching for either of us,” he whispered in my ear. I let him lead me to his truck and put me inside.
    “I told Leann I’d take care of you,” he said as he got into the truck. I wiped my face and nodded.
    “Thank you. I told her coming here was a bad idea. This isn’t the place for single females.” I tried to make my voice sound light but I failed.
    Beau cranked the truck then leaned over and opened the glove compartment. It was then I noticed the blood covering his knuckles. Gasping, I reached for his hand.
    “OHMYGOD!”
    A low chuckle vibrated from his chest as he took the rag he’d pulled out of the glove compartment and wiped the blood off of his hand.
    “It isn’t my blood, Ash,” he reassured me. Slowly I released his wrist and let him finish cleaning off what I assumed was Ryan’s blood.
    “Like I said. Ryan won’t come near you again.”
    I nodded. Not sure what I was supposed to say. I’d never had anybody beat someone up for me before. It was a strange feeling. The warmth rushing over me as I watched Beau’s slightly scratched knuckles come clean was surprising. Apparently, I liked the idea of him smashing in Ryan’s face.
    “I’m sorry I haven’t called,” said Beau.
    I tore my eyes off Beau’s hand to gaze up into his eyes. The worried expression in them tugged at my heart.
    “You don’t have to apologize. I have no reason to expect you to call me. I just hope my being at your place didn’t cause problems for you and Nicole.” Okay, that was a lie, but he didn’t know it.
    “Doesn’t matter what she says. I make my own decisions.”
    I wanted to ask him what he meant by that comment but I didn’t say anything.
    “Do you want to go home now?” he asked.
    Not if I could stay with him, but telling the truth would only cause us more problems.
    “Um, well, I don’t have anywhere else to go.”
    Beau glanced over at me and a mischievous grin tugged at his lips. I couldn’t help but smile back at him.
    “What about a game of pool?”
    “Pool?”
    “Yes, pool. There’s a little place outside the city limits where I go to get away and shoot pool.”
    I nodded slowly before admitting, “I don’t know how to play pool.”
    He smirked. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
    Beau pulled into the small graveled parking lot of a bar.