I hadn't gone far when Shawn stepped in front of me, stopping me in my tracks. "Jean," he called.
"What was that?" I asked, and even I was surprised my voice came out at all.
"What do you mean?"
What do I mean? Was he serious?
There was a slight shake in his voice, and that alone told me he knew exactly what I was talking about. That only made everything worse, because now I was certain he was hiding something.
The panic rose again, tighter this time, and without thinking I tried to walk past him, but he stopped me once more.
"These men are drunk and unstable. One push and they're completely off balance. My adrenaline climbed when he tried to touch you, and the way he was talking about you… Besides, I used to train in boxing," he said quickly, as though trying to fill the silence before I could interrupt.
