Lyla couldn't say she hated the subtle change in their relationship, whatever it was, either. She found that she enjoyed spending time with him and she'd even had occasion to be impressed, pleasantly surprised by what a great guy he could be. They hadn't exactly become friends, but she also wasn't in a rush to define it.
She'd all but resigned herself to what was happening to her when he arrived on the scene, squeezing her eyes shut and just willing it all to be a bad dream - or to just be over with already. Preferably that first thing, because things like this just didn't happen to real people, right?
Her eyes flew open when the man was pulled away from her and she couldn't seem to form words or make any kind of noise at all as she watched Matt hit the guy. She blinked once or twice, sure this had to be some kind of weird dream, but then Matt's arm was around her and head was speaking. She shook her head slowly, leaning into him, feeling more than a little bit shaky. Her pulse was racing and she could still scarcely believe this was really happening.
"No.. I.. yes.. I.. I think so.." she stammered. Truthfully, she was far from okay. Physically, she might be alright, save for the bruise she could feel on her cheek, but her mind was another story entirely. She looked over her shoulder, back toward the SUV and gave a light shudder. "If you hadn't come along..." she whispered, trailing off into a shaky breath.