Chapter 8

Boone

I get her out of there before I give in to the urge to lay that man flat on his ass. I wasn't expecting to walk into what I just did. As we come out, I pull her over to my truck and press her against the driver's side door. 

“Hey.” I hook my hand around her neck. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” She sighs. “I wasn't sure if I was gonna be. That's one of the worst customer experiences I've ever had. I don't want to say I was ever truly scared, but he had a weird look on his face. I'm glad you came in when you did.”

“I am too,” I admit. “Sometimes guys are just jerks.”

She snorts. “That's for sure. It's like they peaked in high school and they keep having to try and top that. If they can't get what they want, heaven forbid, they complain until someone listens. Typically, the person who listens is someone in power and can be made to feel the way they did in high school. I hate it.”