Abbey’s POV
I pluck my daughter from Lincoln’s arms, my gaze darting between the two men that I now realise are heading toward us, both focused on me.
Turning, I run down the aisle ahead of me, pushing my way through the racks of clothes, only glancing back long enough to witness Lincoln rush the nearest man to him, and throw a punch that makes him stumble.
My gaze flickers toward the second man who is heading my way, my eyes widening in fear as I turn back to see where I’m going, and dart through the other shoppers heading toward the entrance.
Zigzagging through the crowded rails, I don’t dare look behind me, fear clenching around me as I clasp Robyn to me, intent only on getting away and to Lincoln’s truck.
As I reach the edge of the clothing section, I barely take a step when I col
