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couldn’t get used to this man’s touch, and he immediately let go. She heard him sit back in his seat. “Of course. I’m always all right. You don’t have to take me to the station, you know. I can get there on my own.”
    “Of course you can. You’re a grown woman. But it doesn’t make sense for you to pay for a cab when I’m going to the same place you are.”
    “It just seems…I don’t know…weird. I don’t know you.”
    He ignored her statement and said instead, “I’ll even let you sit in front in my squad car if you want.”
    Corrie laughed, as she figured he’d meant for her to. “You mean you’d actually make me get in the back where the criminals have to sit?”
    “Well….it’s very nice back there. A nice hard plastic bench, top-of-the-line seat restraints, and of course the nice shatterproof plastic to keep you from flying into the front seat in case of an accident or from shanking me as I’m driving.”
    Corrie just shook her head in exasperation. Quint was funny. She liked that. “Okay, you convinced me. Who can pass up a ride in a cop car? If I’m good, maybe you’ll let me turn on the siren or something.” She smiled so he’d know she was kidding. “Can you give me a moment to stop at the restroom before we go, or will that make you late?”
    “It won’t make me late, come on, I’ll steer you in the right direction.”
    Corrie stood up and held out her hand so Quint could take it, loop it around his elbow and help her find her way. She was surprised when he ignored her obvious prompt and instead took her hand in his. No one had ever held her hand while leading her. She’d had men hook her hand over their arm and press themselves into her sexually, but most people were awkward and only held on to her with their fingertips, not knowing exactly how they were supposed to help her.
    Quint not only took her hand in his as if they were dating or something, but he put his other hand on her upper arm as they walked through the restaurant when someone got too close and jostled them.
    “Go straight about fifteen paces. It’s the first door on your left. Pull it toward you to open it. Are you sure you don’t need help?”
    Corrie chuckled. This she could deal with. “I’m fine. I’ve been in enough public bathrooms to know what to do. And if I do need help, I’ll ask someone who is in there.” She pulled out her cane from her purse and unfolded it even as she spoke.
    Quint didn’t make it awkward, he simply said, “Okay, I’ll be right here waiting for you. Take your time.”

Chapter 4
    C orrie made her way down the hall and disappeared into the women’s restroom. Quint pulled out his phone and sent a quick text to Cruz, letting him know he was headed back to the station and he’d talk to him later. He knew Cruz would ask him a million questions about Corrie and what was going on, and Quint would be happy to answer them…after he figured out exactly what was going on.
    After reading Cruz’s affirmative response, Quint put his phone back into his pocket and thought about Corrie. She intrigued him, and he wasn’t usually so captivated by a woman after knowing her for such a short period of time. He’d seen a lot throughout his career as an officer with the San Antonio Police Department. People usually fit into stereotypical molds he’d formed in his mind, especially women.
    Flirty, scared, victimized, angry, entitled…the list went on and on, but he couldn’t for the life of him place Corrie into any of the items on that list. He’d been amused at her feisty reaction to the busboy and even her rejection of him at first was cute.
    Then when he’d figured out exactly who she was and why she was at the restaurant in the first place, she’d stunned him with the matter-of-fact way she seemed to be dealing with everything that had happened to her over the last week or so. Oh, she was unsure and shaken about the phone call, but she wasn’t outwardly freaking out or crying