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through the crowd, and stood next to the limo, opening the doors to the screams of the crowds.
     
    “Just keep going, Cora,” Breccan reminded me. I took a deep breath and stepped out, walking quickly toward the hotel lobby. A half a second later, the screams reached a new decibel, and I knew Breccan had stepped out, too. I paused and glanced over my shoulder. He smiled brightly as he waved to the eager crowd, but only for a second before the two beefy men surrounded him, leading him quickly toward me.
     
    As soon as he took a step, the crowd moved with him, shoving me from every direction. One girl barreled into me, causing me to drop my purse. I bent to retrieve it, and quickly became swallowed in the crowd.
     
    Before I could even stand up straight, I was being jostled around, elbows digging into my sides, and my toes stepped on. I fell to the ground, crying out as someone kneed me in the back. I tried to scramble to regain my footing, but I couldn’t move and panic began to set it. Holy crap, I’m going to be trampled.
     
    I opened my mouth to call for help when two thick arms scooped me up, helping me back to my feet.
    “I’ve got you,” Breccan whispered in my ear. “Stay close.”
     
    He tucked me snugly into his side, swiftly leading us out of the crowd. Screams of “Breccan I love you,” and “Marry me, Breccan” filled the streets. Breccan had ditched his two security guards to come back for me, leaving both of us vulnerable as the woman clawed at him, desperate for the slightest touch. Breccan wrapped his arm around me, shielding me from the majority of the blows, but I still caught a few.
     
    When we finally reached the doors to the lobby, we burst inside. Breccan loosened his grip, and I let out a relieved breath, thankful to still have all my limbs intact. Finding a quiet corner, I paused to catch my breath.
     
    “Thank you so much. I’m pretty sure I would have been trampled if you wouldn’t have come back.” I gazed inside of my purse, frowning at the cracked screen of my iPad. “I don’t think my tablet faired as well.”
     
    “Are you hurt?” Breccan asked, scanning me with his eyes.
     
    “No, I’ll be okay. Just a bruise or two, most likely.” I looked up at him, horrified to see bloody scratches on both of his arms, his shirt torn. “Holy shit! They did this to you?”
     
    Breccan glanced down at his arms, flexing his fingers as he examined the wounds. “Mob mentality can be quite painful.”
     
    Guilt stabbed at my gut. If I’d just done as he’d asked, and pushed forward, not stopping to look back, none of this would have happened. He had come back to help me, risking himself for me. He had to start filming tomorrow too.
     
    I cringed, covering my face with my hands. “I’m so sorry. This is all my fault.”
     
    Breccan reached one hand forward, tucking my hair behind my ear. “I’m simply glad you’re okay, Cora.”
     
    An hour later, we were checked in. Breccan occupied the entire penthouse floor with my room one floor below. When I met him in the elevator, Breccan looked completely different in an old pair of jeans and a long sleeve Henley, hiding the scratches to his arms. He wore a LA Dodgers hat slung low on his head, and a pair of aviator sunglasses to hide his eyes.
     
    “Are you ready to head to set?” I asked him.
     
    He cocked his head. “No, Cora. I promised you lunch, remember?”
     
    I blinked. “Really? You want to go back out there?” The crowd had not dispersed, still chanting Breccan’s name.
     
    “We’ll slip out the back. Once we hit the marketplace, we’ll blend into the crowd, and look like any other tourist.” I eyed him skeptically, causing him to smile. “Trust me, Cora. I’ve done this plenty of times.”
     
    Grabbing my hand, Breccan led me to a row of street vendors a few blocks away before stopping at a food cart. He spoke in perfect Cantonese, and ordered two bowls of jouk.
     
    “What is it?” I asked. It kinda