She tapped her phone and selected the first number in the list. Didn’t matter who she called as long as they could help her. “Hello?”

“Hello?” Fucking balls. She knew that voice. She’d called Kurt. Didn’t matter. Right now, she needed his help. “Hi. It’s me.”

“I know. What’s wrong?” Kurt asked.

“Can you pick me up?” She darted back into the bar to get away from Brady. “I’m being chased and harassed by Mr. Grabby Hands. I’m kinda scared.”

“I’ll be right there. You’re at One More Round?”

“Yes.” Shame filled her. This guy could be with his girl tonight, but he was about to bail her out.

Again.

Jack stepped into the bar and folded his arms.

Thank you, God.

Sarah rushed up to him. “I’m waiting on my ride, and I don’t feel safe. I’ve already been groped, and I want the hell out of here. May I wait with you?”

She trusted Jack. He might not say much and might look scary, but he could be a teddy bear. Her friend, Mandy, had managed to charm him into coming out of his shell, and they’d married two months ago.

Sarah couldn’t be happier for them or for his presence.

“Brady?” Jack asked. “Did he grope you?”

“He’s the one.” She trembled. She hated being scared. “Thanks.”

“He’s annoyed two women tonight and now you. I’ll have to send him packing,” Jack said.

“After I go.”

“I’m on it.” Jack spoke into his radio.

Sarah rubbed her bare arms. She had to make a change. Hanging out at the bar and trying to find someone to love this way wasn’t working. She’d been in jams before, but she’d never been alone.

She couldn’t do this. Maybe she needed to find an app and get a date. Or just use the love spell on herself. It’d worked for her friends. They’d all found their partners that way.

It could work for her.

But she didn’t want just anyone.

Kurt rushed into the bar. “Sarah?” He nodded to Jack. “Hey, buddy. Thanks.”

“Welcome.” Jack nodded. “Have a good night.”

“We will.” Kurt escorted her out of the bar. Once they were on the way to his vehicle, he spoke. “What happened?”