Lost track of time? Jessica’s grin widened. Well, at least he got the hint. She almost turned her ankle in the stumble when she heard the pervert comment. Her smile was gone in a flash. Great. Think faster.

One long step carried Jessica to Alex’s side and she linked her arm in his. She blew upward in a haughty bitch mode to move the bangs which had fallen into her eyes. “Bite me, Krystle,” hoping to leave the woman standing there dumfounded. Jessica turned dragging Alex with her.

She looked at Amanda who was animatedly talking to the security guard and quietly, to Alex, “First of all, I have no clue what the hell is going on. I am hoping you do. Secondly, I am Jessica. The talking one is Amanda. The crying one is Rebecca. Call her Becky.”

Alex nodded attempting to walk as slowly as Jessica. Her arm clenched on his was not much comfort. What did this woman do for a living?

“I’m Alex,” he managed.

Amanda blurted out, “Thank you, Officer Hampton,” as she turned to Jessica.