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A Summer in Sonoma

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2019
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“He’s not coming back,” the man said. “You’re okay for now. Come on, let’s have a cup of coffee. Calm down a little. Then you go on to your girlfriend’s. Huh?”

By the time he got all that out, they were nearly at the door to the bar. She wiped at her cheeks, her eyes. “I really don’t know what to do,” she said.

“I know,” he answered. “Coffee, that’s what we do.”

In just a few minutes she was sitting in a corner booth, staring into a cup of black coffee, across from one big, mean-looking biker. And he had a cup of coffee, too.

Cassie could hardly lift her head; she was exhausted, frightened, wrung out, relieved. But as she slowly realized what she really was, she looked up in some surprise, right into the amazing blue eyes of her rescuer. “God, I’m so embarrassed,” she said in a breath.

“You shouldn’t be embarrassed,” he said. “You didn’t attack him. He should be embarrassed, but he’s probably not. Bet he’s scared, though.”

“Of you?”

“Not necessarily. You know, it’s not too late to call the police. My little brother’s a cop, actually. He’s not working tonight, but we could still call him. He’d be good for some advice, at least.” Then he laughed. “Of all us boys, he was about the worst one. Figures he’d turn into a cop. And a real hard-case cop, too. Not a lot of gray area with him. Listen, how well do you know that guy?”

“Apparently not well enough,” she said, shaking her head. “We met at happy hour, then had a coffee date and talked on the phone quite a bit. He works with people I know. I guess.”

“You guess?”

“Well, he said he was a paramedic and my best friend’s husband is a paramedic. I know a lot of their friends. I thought we had mutual friends. Jeez. What if he was just lying?”

“License plates don’t lie.”

“How did you know to help me?”

He smiled. “You’re kidding, right? I heard you. The car was rocking. Two people in the front seat? I figured if it was consensual, you’d both be in the backseat.” He shrugged. “It was worth checking out.”

“What did you use to break that window?”

He lifted a hand. He stared at his own knuckles for a second. They were bruised and swelling.

“Holy cow,” she said. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. It’ll be fine.” Then he grinned. “Maybe he’ll try to sue me or something, huh? I’d love that. So, I’m Walt. Walt Arneson.”

“Cassie,” she said. Then she shook her head. “You must think I’m pretty stupid.”

“Doesn’t sound like it,” he answered.

“I thought I was being careful. I didn’t run him through a private investigator or anything, but I met with him a couple of times, talked to him a lot, and I didn’t think he was that type of guy. I agreed to go out with him, you know. And I let him kiss me, too.”

“It’s okay, Cassie. That doesn’t sound foolish. Sometimes you just can’t tell…”

“If you can’t tell, then what are you supposed to do?” she asked, more of herself than him. “I’ve dated some real jackasses, but never one like that.”

“As I understand it, most assaults come from someone you know,” he said. “At least, that’s what I’ve heard.”

“Assault,” she said, trying out the word. “I guess that’s what that was.”

“Oh, yeah, that’s what that was.” He cleared his throat. “Um, he know where you live or anything?”

“Well…I never gave him an address, but he knows my last name, where I work and the general vicinity in which I live…”

Walt reached inside a breast pocket in his vest and pulled out a business card. He passed it to her and she read it. His name was on a card for Riders, Inc., a motorcycle dealership. Sales and Maintenance, it said. “In case you need a witness or some backup of some kind. Don’t hesitate. Really. I wouldn’t mind another crack at him.”

“You work on motorcycles?”

“Yep. And other things. Bikes are my specialty.”

“How many motorcycle mechanics have business cards?” she asked.

“Probably more than you think. Motorcycles—big business. People are very fussy about their machines.”

“And you fix ‘em, huh?”

“I’ve been fooling around with bikes for about…gee, I guess sixteen years or more. Since I was just a kid.” He frowned as he watched her lift her coffee cup to her lips. “Looks like you might’ve hurt yourself there.”

She put the cup down and looked at the back of her hand. One of her knuckles was bluish and puffy. She smiled sheepishly. “I socked him in the face. I think I got his eye.”

“Good for you.” He smiled.

“Listen, if it’s all the same to you, I think I’d like to get out of here now.”

“Sure,” he said, reaching for his back pocket and pulling out his wallet.

“No, let me get the coffee,” she said, her hand in her purse. “It’s the least I can do…”

“Taken care of,” he said, cutting her off. “I’ll just get you to your car—”

“Um, please don’t take offense, but I think I’d almost feel safer alone.”

“I get that,” he said. “But, hey, I know the owner here. Want me to ask one of the managers or bartenders to walk you out? Just to make you more comfortable?”

“No. Really. But thanks for everything.” She scooted out of the booth.

“Cassie,” he said, picking up his card from the table and pointing it at her. “In case you change your mind about the police. Or just in case he gives you some trouble and you need a little help, or want a witness to back you up. Huh?”

“Yeah,” she said. “Sorry, I wasn’t thinking. I just forgot.”

“Not a problem. Be careful now.”

She gave him a wan smile and walked out of the bar. She was barely outside when the darkness and the silence just freaked her out. She turned around, went right back to his booth and said, “Um, sorry, could you please take me out to my car? It got really…It just got so quiet out there.”

“Sure. Be glad to. You have a cell phone?”

“I do,” she said, nodding.

“Okay, you’ll be fine.” He slid out of the booth and cupped his hand under her elbow, escorting her out in a very chivalrous manner. “You’re just going to lock the car doors, get your cell phone handy, watch the rearview mirror. But I guarantee you, he’s going to leave you alone. I mean, come on—he left you with me.” And then he chuckled. “And remember, Cassie, I know the plate number.”
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