Two security guards came out of nowhere and tackled the man in mid-sentence. The three men went down with an audible, “ommph.”
Joan’s eyes widened and her mouth dropped open in surprise, but she kept filming. There were audible gasps from several of the other customers. The man didn’t know it at the moment, but the bank had just made him a millionaire.
The guards jerked him to his feet and dragged him toward the exit. The man looked livid, but he didn’t protest. The long line of customers stepped away from the procession when the three passed. Their move exposed Joan with her camera pointing right at them.
The guard closest to her stopped and snarled. “Give me that camera.”
Joan stepped out of his reach when he tried to snatch it from her. “No.”
The move pulled the man and the other guard off balance. The two of them turned their attention to her to see what was happening. Having the man’s intense blue eyes on her caused her to pause a moment. If she’d thought he was gorgeous from a distance, she certainly hadn’t been prepared for the up close and personal.
Her hesitation cost her a little distance when her would-be attacker shoved the stanchion aside and reached for her again. Joan backed away and tripped over the rope between stanchions on the other side. She landed hard on her behind, but avoided the man’s grip. The other customers recoiled away from the commotion.
The guard’s reach shortened quite a bit when the man yanked his body in the opposite direction. Since the guard still had a hold of his arm, the move twisted him away from Joan. She bounced to her feet and ran for the exit.
“Hey! Get back here!”
She looked back in time to see the guard let go of the man with the blue eyes and chase after her. Or he would have if the man hadn’t tripped the pursuing guard and shoved the other one away before joining her in her flight out the door.
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