Lindsey didn't hear the door open or the rushing sound of intruding feet until he felt the man suddenly jerked off him, out of him, and that there was open space to his back. He gasped at the reprieve, but quickly turned around to see what the hell was going on.

That was not what he was expecting.

"Get off him!" Lindsey called, struggling to his feet so he could attempt to pull the rabid man off his client. His hands froze on the strong forearms when he realized who it was.

"You! What the hell are you doing here?" Then realizing that the man he was with was still a crumpled heap beneath the other boy, Lindsey tried to tug at the arm again. "Get away from my client!"