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hand. Then Wren backhanded the man so hard, the attacker rebounded off the wall.
    Another came at Wren’s back only to be flung over his head to the ground while another rushed him from behind. He hit Wren full force, but Wren didn’t so much as stagger or flinch. He turned on the man and knocked him back.
    Marguerite was relieved until one of the muggers pulled out a gun and aimed it at them.
    Her breath caught as Wren froze.
    A heartbeat later, the man fired the gun. Wren rushed him and knocked it out of his hands. The other three ran off as Wren slugged the one who’d held the gun. The man fell to the ground, then scurried away.
    â€œAre you okay?” Marguerite asked as she ran over to Wren. “Did he shoot you?”
    â€œI’m fine,” he said, picking up the gun from the ground. He opened it up and removed the bullets before he smashed it to pieces against the old stone wall. He dropped it, then turned to look at her as he tossed the bullets into the darkness. “Did they hurt you?”
    â€œNo. Thanks to you, I’m fine.” Relieved beyond belief, she was shaking so badly that she wasn’t even sure how her legs could continue to hold her upright. She ached to reach out to touch him in gratitude, but there was something about him that said he didn’t want to be touched.
    Anger darkened his eyes as he glanced to her torn shirt. She could sense that he wanted to chase the muggers down on her behalf, and it warmed her greatly.
    â€œI don’t normally do things this stupid,” she said quietly. “I tried to call a taxi on my cell phone, but they said it would be a thirty-to-forty-minute wait. I thought I could make it to the Square to hail one down there or to at least wait at the Café du Monde, where it would be safer. And then the next thing I knew they were after me.… Thank God you came when you did.”
    Her gratitude seemed to make him uncomfortable.
    â€œC’mon,” he said, tilting his head toward the street. “I’ll walk you home.”
    She hesitated at his offer. “I live down by the zoo. It’s too far to walk.”
    He looked as if he might argue. “I’ll get you home. Don’t worry.”
    Marguerite put her purse on her shoulder as he tucked his hands into his pockets and led her out of the courtyard, back to the street. His white shirt was gone and instead he wore a black T-shirt that hugged a fit and tight body. Even though he wasn’t overdeveloped, like a bodybuilder, she could see every muscle clearly defined on him.
    He was incredibly hot and sexy. And at that moment, he was her hero. She’d never been more grateful to anyone. Little did he know that he could do anything he wanted to with her right then and she wouldn’t mind in the least. In fact, she wanted him to hold her to help calm her ragged nerves, but he didn’t appear interested at all.
    She felt the familiar pang of being nothing but a friend to guys. Just once in her life, she wished that a man would look at her with passion in his eyes. That a man would find her sexy and attractive. But they never did, not unless they were courting her father and were using her to get to him.
    She might as well be invisible. She crossed her arms over her chest and sighed as the familiar grief settled deep in her heart.
    As they walked, Wren didn’t speak. In fact, he kept his head bent low and his gaze on the ground. Even so, she could tell that he was very much aware of everything around them.
    She just wished he was every bit as aware of her.
    Wren kept his teeth clenched. He could smell her desire and her uncertain nervousness. But he didn’t know how to make her more at ease. He’d never been one to talk very much to anyone. Most people seemed to prefer him silent, or they ignored him entirely. Which was normally fine by him.
    Not to mention it was taking a lot of concentration to remain in human form while he was wounded.