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    "And Wren has no interest in running his father's company," Bill said. "He'd rather
    leave it to the management in charge."
    Still it didn't make any sense to her. Wren didn't live like a wealthy man. He lived like a
    vagrant.
    Bill looked past her shoulder, then scowled. "Hey!" he shouted. "Take the damn cuffs
    off the man. There's no need in embarrassing him. He's not a criminal."
    The police officers with Wren gave Bill a sinister smirk. "Yeah, right, you didn't see the
    way he tore through those bikers. This 'kid' could give Mike Tyson a run for his money."
    Marguerite's heart pounded as she saw Wren. He had a black eye, and his lip was
    swollen. The police officer gave a vicious turn of the cuff before he opened it. Wren
    looked up as if he sensed her presence and pinned her with a gimlet stare.
    A tremor of heat went through her. There was something so unsettling about him, and
    at the same time a part of her was drawn to him even against her common sense.
    Bill cast a murderous glare at the officers. "Look at him. Has he seen a doctor?"
    "He didn't want no doctor."
    Bill shook his head. "You okay, Wren?"
    Wren nodded as he rubbed his wrists.
    Marguerite crossed the distance between them, grateful that he was out of danger.
     
    "Are you sure you're all right?" she asked, brushing the hair away from his face so that
    she could inspect the damage they'd done to his eye.
    He nuzzled her hand ever so slightly before he nodded. "I'm okay. What are you doing
    here?"
    "I was trying to bail you out."
    He looked surprised by that. "Really?"
    She nodded.
    He gave her a hesitant smile.
    "You want me to callCarson ?" Bill asked.
    Wren shook his head.
    "You want me to give you a ride home?" she asked Wren.
    "Please. Thanks."
    By the look on the men's faces, she could tell they were as stunned by his acceptance
    as she was.
    Bill cleared his throat. "You sure you don't want me to take you back?"
    Wren shook his head and it was then she realized the only person he'd spoken to so far
    had been her.
    As Marguerite fished her keys from her purse, she saw the outside door open. To her
    complete shock,Blaine and two of the other frat boys who'd attacked Wren were being led
    inside the building in handcuffs.
    "This is ridiculous!"Blaine was snarling. "My lawyer will have all of your badges for
    this. Do you hear me!" He froze as he saw Mr. Givry beside her. "Tom! Get me out of
    this."
    His expression concerned, her lawyer went over toBlaine and told him to calm down.
    "What are the charges?" Mr. Givry asked the officers.
     
    It was Bill who answered. "Oh, let's see, assault, battery, fighting words, slander,
    offensive touching, public drunkenness, trespassing, hate crime, and anything else I can
    think of to toss at him."
    Mr. Givry gave Bill an irritated glare. "You're pressing the charges?"
    Bill gave him what could only be called a shit-eating grin. "Yep. I swore out that warrant
    as soon as I got off the phone with Wren. You should counsel your client to be careful
    who he insults and attacks. Not only did he attack Wren on campus, but also last night at
    the local bar Sanctuary, where I have plenty of eyewitnesses who will gladly testify to his
    belligerent and drunken behavior. Ever heard the expression 'never pull a tiger by the tail' ?
    Well, by the time I get through with your client, he and his family will be lucky to have a
    toothpick left to call their own."
    "You've got to be kidding me,"Blaine snarled.
    Mr. Givry sighed. "No,Blaine , he's not. I'll go call your father and—"
    "There's no hurry," Bill said in an emotionless tone. "I can assure you the lot of them
    will be spending the night in jail."
    Mr. Givry gave him a stern frown. "You can't do that, Bill. They're good boys, from
    good families."
    "So is Wren and it's already done. Maybe next time, they'll think twice before they
    make assumptions about someone." Bill opened his briefcase and pulled out a piece of
    paper, which he handed to Mr. Givry. "I've also