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How could anybody? Stalking wasn’t a normal thing for people to experience. Virat knelt down in front of her, resting on the balls of his feet. “I’m not going anywhere. You don’t have to face this alone, Fin. Consider me your big, snarly guard dog.”
Wet blue eyes looked up at him, so soft, so vulnerable. Virat was lost in that instant, and he knew it. His hands went around her waist, and he just stayed there. Holding her.
Small, pale feminine hands slipped over his shoulders. He’d removed the tuxedo jacket before Dom had arrived. Her fingers flexed, and she gripped him tight. “I don’t know what to do. To fix this. I never wanted to be a victim again and that’s exactly how I feel. And I have no idea who this guy even is. I don’t know who to watch for or where he’s at or from or...all I know is that he’s not you, Rafe or Travis. Because I was with you when this happened. That’s it. I don’t know who I can trust anymore.”
He scooped her up. Dress and all. She still wore the red dress that had tied him in knots earlier. He was crushing the material, but he didn’t care in that moment.
He sat down on her couch and turned her—where she was on his lap.
Virat slipped one hand behind her back. “You can trust me. And I am not going anywhere until you tell me to. I’m not going to sit back and let you deal with this alone.”
“But why? You don’t have to do this.”
“My sister lived with the fear for almost two years, Fin. I’m not going to watch you go through that, too. I trust Dom. He’ll find the man responsible for this. Then we’ll be able to take the next steps. I’m here as long as you need me.”
And he would be.
Even if there was never a moment of romantic connection between them, there was no way he could let a woman as vulnerable as this one face this alone.