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“Give me your money.”

Audrey felt the sharp prod of something hard pressed against her back. As if her life could get any worse. Her boyfriend had dumped her a month before Christmas, then promptly moved into her best friend's apartment...well, make that ex-best friend. The promotion at Wilbur and Chain Accounting she'd been working so hard for went to some other schmuck whose daddy was a good friend of the President of the company. And now this, and only a block away from her apartment. Geez, the neighborhood was going to hell in a hand basket.

“Hey, didn't you hear me lady?” The man pressed the knife harder into her spine. “Give me your money.”

“All right, all right. Hold your horses.”

As she reached for her purse, the sound of fast approaching footsteps drew her attention. From the corner of her eye she saw long locks of bleach blond hair flowing in the wind before the person tackled her would-be robber. Unable to believe that a woman had come to her rescue, Audrey hurried to assist, only to find the woman—a very large and muscle bound one at that—pummeling her thief.

The two rolled about on the pavement and a moment later, her attacker broke free and sprinted down the street. Flabbergast, Audrey could only stare at the retreating figure before facing her savior. Her savior was still crouched and judging by the large shoulder span , Audrey began to suspect that her rescuer was actually a guy. It was downright unnatural and wholly unfair for a man to have such beautiful long hair. It was a virtual slap in her face as she fingered her conservative bob cut.

“Hello? Are you okay?” she asked.