She glanced down at the Montana State Bobcats sweatshirt. It was exactly the same as Xander’s. Did they just own the same sweatshirt, or…
Her gaze shot back up to his. “Is he here? Is that his sweatshirt?”
“Get the fuck away from me.” He turned to walk away.
She grabbed his arm again. “Is he here?”
Suddenly, he shoved her against the building—hard. Her head hit the brick wall, pain shooting through her skull as her teeth rattled. “What the fuck do you not understand about get away from me?”
Where was Raven?One second she’d been in his sights, the next, the crowd had swelled and she’d disappeared.
Connor swept through the hall, searching.
He paused by Maggie and Polly. “Have you guys seen Raven?”
“Um, she was standing at the back during the meeting, but I haven’t seen her since it finished,” Maggie said.
Polly lowered her voice. “Is something wrong?”
“Can you just let me know if you see her?”
Both women nodded.
He continued to scan the large space. When he was sure she wasn’t there, he stepped outside. Throngs of people littered the area. None of them Raven.
Shit.
He rounded the corner…
Just in time to see Nathaniel throw Raven against the wall before shouting, “What the fuck do you not understand about get away from me?”
Fury ripped through Connor like a flame. He was beside the asshole in a second, grabbing him by the back of his shirt. He pulled the guy off her and punched him square in the jaw.
Nathaniel dropped, holding his cheek before rolling to the side. “Fuck!”
Connor lunged forward, ready to finish the piece of shit, but Ryan grabbed him before he could touch the guy again.
“Stop.” Ryan’s voice was low and measured. “He’s not worth it.”
“The fuck he isn’t! He put his hands on her. He threw her into the fucking wall!”
The sheriff’s voice suddenly boomed from behind them. “What’s going on here?”
“The prick assaulted me!” Nathaniel scrambled to his feet, hand still on his cheek. “I want to press charges.”
“If you do that, I’ll press charges againstyou,” Raven said, stepping beside Connor.
Nathaniel spluttered. “For what?”
“For throwing me into the wall.” There was almost a challenge in Raven’s voice. “For assaultingme.”
The asshole scowled. “You wouldn’t.”
“Try me.”
The red in Nathaniel’s cheeks darkened, and his chest puffed up.
Yeah, the asshole didn’t like losing.