"What?" He just stared at her. She was leaving? Of course she was leaving. It was impossible for him not to fuck shit up. He shoved a hand through his hair, frustrated and confused. He didn't know what Leah wanted from him and frankly he wasn't all that sure what he wanted from her. Fuck.
He watched her stumble in those stupid shoes girls insisted on torturing themselves with. Hell, what did he care? Fuck it, he did. CJ got to his feet and stalked after her, shoving his way through the group of men who were still staring after her and making rather crude comments. The comments weren't anything that hadn't gone through his own mind or passed through his lips except not with her. He was so much more careful with her for some reason. At least he tried like hell to be.
"Would you wait!" he called after her. He finally managed to catch up to her and reached out to take her arm to get her to stop. "You keep that pace up and you're going to hurt yourself or someone else," he snapped. "Ridiculous shoes, you know that?"