The bartender, Max, hands me an XL tee and I go to the bathroom to change. It's a sweet relief to peel out of my filthy dress and pull the black t-shirt on instead. It’s big enough that it covers my ass, albeit just barely. I walk back out and do a little catwalk for Rory’s benefit, then give him a kiss on the cheek.
“You don’t know how grateful I am.”
“Pay it forward, darling. And think of me when you wear that shirt.”
“How could I not?” Feeling better than I have in hours, I wave goodbye to Rory and step out of the bar much lighter than when I walked in.
I’m not even five steps from the door when a shadow falls over me.
“What the—” I twist around and find myself faced with two hulking men.
The man with long blond hair gives me a calculated smile. “You left your purse back at the ce
