Stacy comes back over to us, glancing down at her watch before looking between us. “You two rode together?” she asks.
We both nod.
“Go home,” she says. “I’ll have Rick walk you out in case that shithead is still out there.”
“Okay,” I say quietly, my hands still shaky. “Thank you.”
Sarah grabs our bags, and Rick walks us out, staying close as we push through the door. The SUV is already there, and Luca steps out the second he sees us, his eyes moving over me first, then Sarah.
“What’s going on?” he asks.
“Can we just talk in the car?” Sarah says, opening the door.
Luca doesn’t move right away. His gaze shifts to Rick, suspicion settling in.
“Security for the bar, man,” Rick says. “Just making sure they got out here safe. Some douchebag was messing with Katie. Had to throw him out.”
Luca reaches for my hand, guiding me as I climb into the car. I slide across the seat, and Sarah climbs in right behind me. The door shuts, and through the tinted window I watch Luca talk to Rick, their voices muted, but their expressions are serious.
After a minute, they shake hands. Luca moves around the front of the SUV and gets into the driver’s seat. He turns, looking directly at me.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” I say. “It was just some dickhead. He startled me. That’s all.”
His eyes stay on mine for a second before he nods. “Let’s get you home.”
I give him a small smile.
He pulls away from the curb. “I’m going to put up the privacy screen so you two can talk.”
“Thanks, Luca,” Sarah says.
He smiles at her before the screen slides up, sealing us into the back. I don’t say anything right away. I just stare down at my hands. Sarah reaches over, covering them with hers.
“You sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah,” I say. “I just wasn’t expecting it.”
“You want me to stay with you tonight?”
I look at her. “Absolutely not. Your night will not be ruined because of me.”
“Katie,” she says. “You’re my best friend. Hoes before bros.”
I shove my shoulder into hers. “No. Go with Luca. Have amazing sex, and then report to me tomorrow.”
Chapter 29
Michael
My phone vibrates against the bar, and I glance down at my watch as I reach for it. It’s only eleven, so it can’t be Katie. She doesn’t get off until one. The screen lights up with Luca’s name.
“Is there a problem?” I ask.
“There was a guy at the bar tonight,” Luca says. “Messed with Katie.”
My jaw locks. “Where is she?”