Letisha’s POV

I followed in a daze as Adrian pulled me from the restaurant. His stride was long and serious, and I had to run to keep up with him as he still had my hand clasped in his. Because of this, I ran into his back when he stopped abruptly in the parking lot.

I rubbed at my abused forehead and wondered if he was made out of concrete. But then I remembered all those muscles I’d seen yesterday when I’d bandaged his wound. At the thought of his injury, I ...