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The handso down on hiile, too – the sort of guy you needed on your side in a fight His posture was open, challenging the jocks to take him on

“You wanna harass sorowled “You’re welcome to harass me Want some?”

Danny looked like he was about to pee his pants One of his friends ran forward and grabbed his ar We were just being friendly”

“Just being friendly?” the stranger said, following the boys as they tripped over each other to get away “You werelady feel uncoos But I can play that ga uncomfortable You want me to?”

“No, no, please… sorry…”

“Good Now leave this fking beach, and leave her alone If you ever speak to her again without her per dead Understand me?”

Samira’s heart fluttered with relief as the boys fled to leave the beach – obeying the orders of her handsos

The stranger turned back to Saazed at her with his gorgeous blue eyes “You okay, Miss?”

She shrugged, trying to act cool “Yeah, I was doing alright – I’ve dealt with plenty of idiot-boys in Iran”

His lovely face lit up “Iran? Wait, you’re not Samira, are you?”

She frowned “Yes?”

“Oh od, I’m Ivan – Tariq’s friend!”

“Ivan, no way! It’s so great to meet you!”

Sa forward totime now He was her cousin Tariq’s childhood friend, and the two et away from New York for a couple of weeks to work on soether Samira was happy for theenerously funding Her cousin had worked hard to help her gain a visa to study in A them to stay for a while was the least she could do She wasn’t expecting therateful that Ivan had been walking on the beach when he had…

Ivan offered his hand to shake His grip was fir after the scuffle with the boys – but her tre touch, whichfor him