Tessa’s heart leapt around in her chest, sending out painful beats to her extremities. The world narrowed to just the man holding out a twenty-dollar bill. Loud noise roared through her ears, and Tessa knocked his hand away from the vendor.
“You don’t need to do that,” she said, stepping in front of him so her hip nudged him out of the way. She dug in her purse and found her debit card. “I’m perfectly capable of paying for my own lunch.”
Or whatever time it was.
She handed her card to the corndog vendor, who looked from her to Lyons and back. He took her card and ran it while Tessa cast a glare to the man next to her. He’d at least moved left a little, and she had room to breathe air that wasn’t scented like his cologne and the expensive silk suit jacket he now wore.
“Aren’t you hot?”
