Chapter Twelve
T aylynn handed a couple of open beer bottles across the bar, grabbing a double handful of the empties that had accumulated on the bar top while she’d been busy organizing one of the cabinets across the bar. She was turning around to put them in the recycling bin when she crashed into something warm and hard. The bottles slipped from her hands, crashing to the floor and exploding.
But it wasn’t until hands gripped her upper arms, keeping her from moving away that she lost control. She screamed. Her heart raced and she shut her mouth, cutting off the scream short as she tried to pull away, to get away. She had to escape. She wouldn’t let this happen again. But the hands wouldn’t let go. She had to get away. She fought. Hands pounding against the chest that held her. She twisted, she fought, she had to get free. She had to get away. She couldn’t do this. Not again. Never again.