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I stayed in a crouch as I moved quickly between two tables and off the patio. Jesse kept his hand on my lower back. I knew he wanted to make sure I didn’t stop, and I would have if I’d thought something had happened to him.
“Go to the left, back towards the hotel,” he said from behind me.
“What? Hey! Where are you going?” I demanded of Jesse’s retreating back as he moved towards the front of the restaurant. Before more patrons ran out from the door we’d used, Jesse disappeared around the other side of the building. “s**t,” I muttered as I realized his intent. Whatever business he had with the restaurant owner, he wanted to ensure the man was alright and the shots weren’t related to the prince.
I followed his instructions, to a point. Since I had no intention of putting myself in a po
