Considering everything we'd been through, I knew I needed to call Roman and let him know I was safe. With the music pumping and the foursome on the dance floor still enjoying themselves, I scooted out from the booth.
I looked around the club, eyeing a quiet spot. Everything seemed fine - there were no more weird guys looking my way. Yet, everywhere I stepped, the music and the chatter pounded in my ears.
Eyeing the door, I walked toward it.
I'd just stand in the doorway and make the call, I reasoned. I'd be on the phone with Roman anyway, so if anything happened, he'd be able to hear.
Outside, the air felt cool on my legs, and I shivered a little. Across the street, a couple walked by holding hands. They made me think of Roman, and I longed to have him beside me. Three girls walked toward me, giggling. I watched them and stepped out of the way when they reached the club and started to enter.
Before wasting anymore time, I pressed the number on my cell to call Roman.
