Katy was still shaking, and Trevor was brushing off his beige jacket, pulling it down. He even held out his hand to the large dark-haired lady who’d asked—no, demanded he help her up. Katy had called Steven, and she stared at her phone, unsure if he would hear the message she’d just left right away. She couldn’t remember what she’d said, only that she was freaking out because never in her life had she ever been in the middle of a bank robbery.
A robbery! She was still trying to come to grips with the fact that Trevor had almost gotten himself shot because he’d done something she’d never expected him to do: put himself between her and danger.
“You all right?” Trevor said to the old lady who had been at the ATM before all hell broke loose. He was now even helping her up, pulling on her arm
