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James' countenance changes as soon as he sees Saint. Why is it that Saint seems to appear out of the blue and right into his business?

Saint smiles and gently squeezes Ruby's shoulder as he takes a seat next to her. He holds her hand, an assurance that he is going to protect her.

“Saint,” James says with a pressed smile. “What are you doing here?”

“I should be asking you that,” Saint answers. “There are more chances to see you in the night clubs, in the arms of strippers, than to see you in a respectful restaurant.”

It's an insult, but James leans back and shakes with laughter, inwardly, he wants to kill Saint.

“You are very funny, my friend. Now, I would have loved to keep on listening to your clownish talks, but you are interrupting my dinner with this fine lady.”

“You are not interrupting anything, Saint, the dinner has been long over.” Ruby says.

She is sweating, she is thankful for Saint that has come out of nowhere to save her.

“I thought as much when I saw the uncomfort