Her eyes sparkled with hope. “Barlow!”

“What are you trying to do? You think calling for help will work tonight?” The man grinned wickedly as his hand inched to Rosalynn’s chest.

“Really? Care to try that again?”

Barlow appeared, a teasing smile dancing on his Lips. He knocked out the bodyguard who tried to stop him, sending the man sprawling.

The middle-aged man’s face blanched, and his bravado vanished, replaced by apprehension as Barlow closed in.

“Who are you?”

engaged the bodyguard, who had managed to scramble back to his

opportunity to break free

pleaded, desperation ringing

struck the bodyguard

three bodyguards crumpled to the floor,

eyes darted around, taking in his

distraction,

slunk away,

Rosalynn, concern etched on

Did

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