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feeling about his plan. There might be looters and gang members roaming the streets. It wasn’t safe for him to travel alone at night though an area that looked like a warzone.
    She also questioned his motives. Mitch seemed to think that Helena needed him, and maybe she did. But Helena was no delicate flower, and he seemed driven by insecurity, rather than concern for her welfare.
    “I’ll be okay,” Mitch said.
    “Text me if you can.”
    He nodded curtly. She walked with him to the edge of the station. Although she tried to hide them, her stupid emotions got the better of her again. She didn’t want him to leave—he was the only person she knew here. Tears of exhaustion and defeat filled her eyes. He leaned in to kiss her cheek, tucking a wild strand of hair behind her ear. Then he turned and strode away, leaving her in a crowd of strangers.
    ***
    M ITCH DIDN’T KNOW what the fuck he was doing.
    Kissing Gwen on the cheek? He didn’t even kiss Helena on the cheek.
    Maybe that was the problem. He’d never been romantic. He wasn’t demonstrative. He kept his emotions close to the vest, where he could guard them. Public displays of affection and overblown gestures weren’t his style. So why was he riding to Helena’s rescue like a white knight?
    He didn’t feel brave. He felt desperate, as if he was running away from something. Escaping a dangerous situation, rather than taking control.
    He shook off the discomfort in annoyance as he walked across the huge parking lot. Leaving Gwen didn’t sit well with him, but staying with her tonight wasn’t an option. He’d been having strange thoughts about her. Strange, dirty thoughts. It was probably just a symptom of his strained relationship with Helena.
    He’d noticed Gwen’s face and figure before. He wasn’t the type of guy who drooled over his girlfriend’s friends, but admiring a pretty woman wasn’t a crime. She had a great smile, smooth skin, glossy black hair. Men stared at her wherever she went. He’d seen their eyes following her. They looked at Helena, too.
    Men noticed beautiful women. It was normal.
    Gwen seemed extra tempting right now because he didn’t have a history with her. There was no baggage between them, no embarrassing failures. He’d always had a strong sexual appetite, barring the rough patch he’d hit last year. Now his dick wanted to get back in action. He also hadn’t touched a woman in months, and he was lonely. He had to get away from Gwen before he did something he regretted.
    Although he hadn’t slept in 36 hours, he was filled with nervous energy. He left the bright lights of the football stadium and headed west. There were groups of people shuffling toward the evacuation center. Weary travelers, cloaked in darkness. If they wondered why he was walking the opposite direction, they didn’t ask.
    After he’d gone several miles, he stopped seeing evacuees. Those who hadn’t reached their destination had sought shelter for the night. The stragglers were the last of the city’s displaced residents. There were some stubborn people who’d decided to stay and protect their homes or businesses. Others were injured and unable to move.
    The damage grew increasingly worse. There was rubble on the sidewalk and buckled asphalt everywhere. The air grew thick with smoke. He was beginning to think he’d have to turn around and look for another route. Then he spotted a group of young men in the middle of the street, carrying baseball bats.
    They didn’t appear to be evacuating.
    Shit.
    Mitch was a big man who rarely had to worry about his personal safety, but this was an unusual situation. There was no law here. He didn’t want to get jumped. Police officers and other first responders were saving lives at the epicenter.
    Instead of continuing towards the threat, he ducked behind a tree in someone’s front yard. The group of men stormed down the street, the lower halves of their faces covered in handkerchiefs. They might actually be