“No one,” she croaked. “He just looked like . . .” She trailed off helplessly and to her further horror, tears slipped down her cheeks. “He reminded me of someone. Please, can we just leave?”
“The hell I’m letting you drive home in your condition.”
He got up, tossed several bills onto the table, then pulled her to her feet, instantly propelling her toward the entrance, not stopping until they were outside, fresh air blowing over her like the most soothing balm.
Some of the tightness eased. Her horrific fear began to subside, leaving stark embarrassment in its wake.
“Breathe,” James ordered even as he barked an order to the valet to get his car.
She sucked in breath after breath, gulping at the air greedily until finally the tightness eased and the spots receded. The world had stopped
