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grab some gum and find some other cashier and when he’d
looked back up, she’d disappeared.
    He
was contemplating going in there and checking on her right now, crazy as that
sounded. She’d stolen his attention right from the jump.
    Stefan stood, glancing around, grateful no one had followed him. He was rarely this
lucky. He thought about the dark eyes and the angry kicks. How she’d treated
him just like any other stranger, unaffected by him, but so obviously affected
by something.
    He’d pee and then if she was still
in there, he didn’t know what exactly then, but a friendly gesture of checking
in on her didn’t seem so wrong. It’s what Trista would have expected him to do
and he loved Tris like a sister. He and the rest of
the guys still missed the hell out of her now that she was no longer the
sheriff that kept their asses in line on a daily basis. Better
known to the rest of the world as a personal assistant. But after the
trauma she’d gone through for them, Stefan was happy Trista had made her exit
when she did. Now she was in Tennessee too, married to Jaxon’s cousin. Maybe it
really was the kinder, gentler place where LA’s bad boys went to become good
men. And women.
    Stefan pissed,
then washed his hands and dried them using the super blower.
    Trying not to be noticed or taken
for a perv , he glanced back at the mirror but didn’t
see the yellow pant leg again and the colorful shoe.
    He ducked in the
entrance more and hunched over to see if any legs occupied the stalls. Maybe
she was a clean freak and liked to wash before and after doing her business.
    There, in the
first stall. She appeared to be the only one. He poked his head in further,
knowing Will was most likely taking his time in the gift shop. Stefan had a few
minutes just to make sure this one was okay. He half expected to find her
kicking something.
    “Hey,” he snuck
in and tapped on the stall door. “Hey, sweetheart, in the
yellow.”
    At first there
was just silence.
    “This is the women’s,” she called
out. The edge in her voice was hard to miss and even harder to ignore.
    “I know , I saw you in line earlier. Are you okay?”
    “What? Who? What are you doing in
here?” she snapped back. He was close enough to see her squint at him through
the crack in the metal doors. Definitely pissed. But
like a moth to the flame as the saying went…
    “I know this is crazy, but I just
wanted to make sure you’re okay. Those assholes in line were just clueless
losers.” Why was he in here doing this? Trying to join that scumbag club he’d
just mentioned? His charms didn’t seem to be working and wouldn’t the guys love
a “ perv in the women’s restroom stalking incident”
headline splashed all over the trash magazines if she reported him.
    “You should leave,” she said, but
some of the bite was gone and he was sure he heard a sniffle.
    Ah
man, not tears ,
he thought. He didn’t do well with those.
    “Yeah, you’re probably right. So,
I guess that’s what I wanted to tell you, sweetheart. Don’t listen to pricks
like that. They don’t know what the fuck they’re talking about.” Stefan waited
but this time she didn’t respond. He waited another few seconds. “All right,
well I’ll let you, uh, finish up. Won’t bother you anymore.”
    “Wait,” came her soft, shaken sounding voice.
    All he could picture were the fleshy
plump lips that would have formed that one word. And in true old him form, his
mouth watered at the vision she’d left him at the pump and again in line. A woman who didn’t want to be messed with who he couldn’t seem to
leave alone.
    The stall door opened and she
held a wad of toilet paper up to her nose then tossed it in the trash. She had
been crying. Those douche bags must have kept at it when he’d left. Maybe he
didn’t care about making a scene if it meant satisfying his odd need to do
right by her.
    “Hey sweetheart, what’s a
matter?” he asked. No woman should be left alone,