Noah watched as the girl drove her little early model Ford Escape out of the parking lot and realized she hadn"t given him her name. Either way, he had her number and she had his.
“Why did you do that?” Tate asked from beside him.
“Do what?” Once the girl was out of sight, he turned to his friend.
“Go all knight in shining armor with her.” They turned toward Noah"s pickup, where they"d been when the girl had come into the parking lot, then had looked so terrified.
Noah frowned. “What do you mean?”
“Dude.” Tate shook his head. “She read that note and turned white and you rode in to rescue her.”
“I don"t know what you"re talking about.”
“You couldn"t just let her be. You had to go check on her, had to get her coffee to calm her, had to hear her story. Though, I will give you credit fo
