Chapter Twenty-Six
He tore himself away from the kiss and automatically shoved Zoe behind him. Had the baking soda attacker struck again, with something more lethal?
Still light-headed, he looked around the room. Ethan was pushing his way through the crowd, shouting something he couldn’t hear because the screaming continued. Words were being yelled at the top of someone’s voice. A woman’s voice.
He relaxed. This was probably a personal drama. Someone’s wife or girlfriend had just discovered they were being cheated on. Or maybe someone had missed out on the last slice of pepperoni. His attacker was a man, most likely…or maybe a woman, but at any rate, it was someone who wanted to be anonymous. He or she wouldn’t be screaming at the top of his lungs in a crowded bar.
Ethan sprang free of
