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Dodging into the street, Scott was hyperfocused on the lovely but terrified blonde.

He watched Bree step away from the car with a horrified look on her face.

“Bree!” Scott called.

A car horn screamed.

Brakes squealed.

Scott glanced to his left in time to see a compact car skidding toward him. The driver spun the wheel at the last second and the small car slid past Scott and slammed into a parked car. Scott turned back to the dark sedan, and was about to reach for the door when the driver peeled away, burning rubber on the street.

Without hesitation, he went to Bree and placed gentle hands on her shoulders. “Are you okay?”

She nodded, but he could tell she was traumatized.

“The man in that black car threatened me,” she said.

“Threatened you how?”

“He told me to get in, then he flashed a gun.”

Scott automatically pulled Bree against his chest into a gentle hug. “It’s okay, he’s gone.”

For now, he added silently.