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her stance remained defiant. Her eyes glowed with calmness now, not fear.
    Her back descended onto a seat when the gun barrel plunged deeper into her freckled skin.
    The guy leaned over her with a leery smile, his hand pinned on her shoulder, which must hurt like hell after that painful shove against the metal bar.
    He reached with his calloused fingers to unbutton her jeans, then murmured close to her ear, “Spread your legs, sugar.”
    The woman gulped and her eyes shifted around, stopping on Alex. It was only a brief flash, but when the lush green of her irises met his with a plea, Alex knew he was going to do something stupid.
    He had two choices. Call 911 or act on his own. The first would involve talking and it would reveal his presence. The second was dangerous and the outcome unpredictable. Sure, he was a black belt in karate, but he didn’t specialize in dealing with armed combatants.
    Under any other circumstances, Alex would have chosen the first option. The safe option. The sensible option. The non-violent option.
    But today was not a normal day. Today, his willpower was wearing thin and frustration buzzing in his veins. When she passed him another damsel-in-distress look, an inexplicable urge to protect her, to rip away those hands that were hurting her bit him like a snake. Its venom was in his veins before he could catch himself lunging at the assailant from behind and knocking the gun from his hands.
    Thrusting into his backbone with a punch, Alex waited for him to stumble and turn, then stabbed his chest with an elbow. The man didn’t retaliate.
    He was weak. Not trained. Probably a first-time offender. Which was a pity, because he’d been looking for a bloodier fight tonight.
    “Don’t stand there. Call the police!” he threw his voice over to the green-eyed woman.
    Dazed, she pushed back a handful of hair from her forehead and rummaged around her bag for her phone, her brows furrowing when fifteen seconds later she had still not found her phone.
    Why some people were stupid enough to put their phones in a bag that size was beyond him. “Hurry up!” Alex said, pushing the man face down onto the ground, twisting his arms behind his back.
    “I’m trying. Ouch!” she replied, then finally found her phone and with shaky fingers pressed some buttons. As she mumbled hurried words, Alex kept his attention on the man in front of him.
    Wouldn’t want the loser getting away.
    Around fifteen minutes later, they got off at Ultica Avenue and NYPD officers arrived on the scene. Alex handed over the assaulter, answered questions, showed an ID proof, and gave a statement.
    Then, because the officer on duty was bothered about the redhead’s health, they called an ambulance for her and suggested that he go, too, because he’d managed to get some scratches on his cheek.
    And just like that, an already bad day got worse.

    The ambulance ride to the hospital was supposed to be short, but it had been ten minutes and they were still not there.
    “How much longer?” Kat asked the driver, projecting her voice over the wailing siren.
    “Not much,” the driver assured.
    Kat’s nose twitched. ‘Not much’ was an imprecise quantity. It could mean anything from one minute to twenty minutes. What she wanted was a number, so she could count it in her head while trying to forget that she was sitting in an ambulance with Alex Summer after having been almost raped on the subway.
    Shuddering at the thought, she curled her toes. Forgetting about it would be best.
    Alex was quiet, trying to keep his gaze away from her, which was hard to do, when they were sitting in such a small space.
    What he’d done for her had been really brave. He deserved a medal for it, in her opinion.
    When she was feeling less irritable, she’d thank him. But right now, the only thing she wanted to do was cuss. Loudly.
    Her head, shoulder, legs hurt like they were being plucked away from her body, piece by piece, with forceps. The gun had