Eric looked at Meagan, then back to Richard. "We ran into a bit of trouble in the parking lot. It's been taken care of."
"What kind of trouble?" Richard demanded.
"It's been taken care of," Eric repeated, then climbed into the limo next to Meagan. Richard still seemed worried, but he let out a defeated sigh and got into the driver's seat. For a while they drove in silence, until Eric asked, "How's your knees?"
"I'll be fine," Meagan said. The blood had begun to dry over the scrapes so they weren't oozing as much any more. She stared at her feet for a moment, then sighed and said, "Thanks Eric... for protecting me."
Eric looked at her then. After all the grief she had given him that day he hadn't expected to hear those words come from her mouth. Maybe he hadn't given the girl enough credit, thinking of her as nothing more than a prissy spoiled rich girl. First impressions were often deceiving, after all. He nodded, and said, "It's my job."
Meagan grimaced as they pulled into the driveway. How was she going to explain the cuts and scrapes to her parents?
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