Chapter 2
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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 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 for getting her number. That was sly man.”
Noah sometimes wondered why he was friends with Tate. Now was one of those times. “That wasn"t a ploy to get her number, though if she hasn"t called in a few days I might call and check on her. It was just what I told her, so I wouldn"t let it go to voice mail.”
“Really?” Tate scoffed. “Do you screen your calls often?”
“All the time. If I didn"t I"d never have any time to myself. I"d be trading shifts and covering for people every day.”
Tate just shook his head as he got into the passenger"s side. Noah wished he"d gotten the girls name and hoped she"d call soon.
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