“My sweet woman, I’m not the one who that man attacked…nor was I the one who chased after him.”
“I know, but…well, I’m still worried about you.” She trailed her fingers along his cheekbone. “You sort of lost color in your face.”
“Yeah, because I was scared to death you’d get hurt.”
She shook her head. “So you’re probably wondering why I didn’t get hurt, right?”
He nodded.
“Well, a few years ago, I took self-defense classes. When I felt that man snatch my purse, I didn’t think twice in running after him.”
“Yes, you ran after him quite well.”
She laughed. “I love running.”
“I can tell. I can also tell you love taking down the bad guys.”
Her eyes widened, but within seconds she nodded. “You’re right. I do.”
He gathered her closer and kissed her moist forehead. “My hero.”
She laughed again and tilted her head back to look into his eyes. “Now that’s something I’ve never been called before.”
“I don’t know why. If you go around stopping crimes from happening, you should be called a hero.”
She bit her bottom lip as her gaze combed over his face slowly. “Do you…um, I mean, would you like a woman who goes around stopping crimes?”
“I never thought of it, but I suppose I would like it, especially if that woman was you.”
She heaved a breath and pulled out of his arms. She took her purse and slowly unzipped it. “Austin, there’s something I need to tell you.”
He wasn’t sure he liked her expression. It wavered between sadness and guilt. His heart dropped. He didn’t think he wanted to hear what she had to say now.
