Trent watched Lizzie’s shoulders stiffen. When he’d heard voices, he’d come around the corner of his bar and seen something he’d never wanted to see in his lifetime: one of his employees harassing his ex-girlfriend. Lizzie had been pale with fear, and Trent had seen too many drunken assholes try to accost women to misunderstand Colton’s intent.
Colton had been a decent employee, but Trent wouldn’t have men like him on his staff.
Now, though, he wanted to make sure Lizzie was all right. You just don’t want her to go, his mind whispered.
That, too.
She looked at him over her shoulder. No tears—of course not. Lizzie had never been a wilting flower. More than likely, she was more pissed at her own helplessness than terrified at what had happened.
He approached her. He almost reached out t
