Walker's POV:
I wake with a jolt.
"Trent!" The panic in her voice is clear.
How had she got her hand away without me noticing?
In the last few nights, I'd felt her every move. Nothing had past my notice.
I'm out of my chair in seconds but the sight that awaits me is terrifying. Georgia Kentley, the tiny thing that she is and completely unarmed, is trying her best to take on a bloke with wider shoulders than mine.
Everything inside of me is screaming for her to get the hell away from him.
I get that it's the job.
Heck, I'd be doing exactly the same thing if I was her. But I'm a six-foot-two man; I go to the gym six times a week and I know more types of martial arts than she's probably had cooked meals.
Compared to me, she's a little girl and she's going to get herself hurt going up against this jerk.
What's worse is, I'm too far away to stop her.
I try to distract the guy so Kentley can achieve her aim.