Page 92 of Bria and the Tiger

He made another little growl and his arm tightened almost painfully across her ribs. She squeaked out a protest and he abruptly released her. “Sorry.

“That’s okay.” She reached out and squeezed his forearm. “Thank you.”

He scowled at her and pulled his arm away. “I told you I don’t like to be touched.” He walked toward the exit, the people around them parting silently to make way for him, and after a moment she followed him.

To her surprise, he stopped in front of Lincoln and Tori. Lincoln grinned at him. “Hey, big guy. You enjoy the movie?”

“Yeah.”

“Good, good. Rosalie, how about you?”

She nodded and watched as Tori put her arm around Lincoln’s waist.

“Tori and I were thinking of going to Trinity’s. What do you say, Rosalie?” Lincoln said.

“No, thanks.” The nightclub was not her scene and Lincoln knew that.

“C’mon, Rosie-girl, it’ll be fun. The night is still young.”

“I’m really tired. I’d like to just call it a night.”

Tori squeezed Lincoln’s waist. “Let’s go, hon.”

“Can I meet you there? Rosalie and I drove together. I just need to give her a ride home first.”

Tori pouted prettily. “Seriously? I have to be home by, like, midnight.”

“It won’t take long,” Lincoln said. “I’ll meet you there in -”

“Don’t worry about it,” Rosalie said. “I can find my own way home.” The thought of Lincoln driving her home before he hung out with the rabbit shifter, who he would undoubtedly have sex with, was making her nauseous.

Lincoln gave her a look of delight. “Thanks, Rosie-girl. I owe you one.”

“Sure. Have fun.”

“We totally will,” Tori said.

Lincoln pressed a kiss against Rosalie’s cheek. “See you at the office on Monday.”

“You bet. Bye.”

Lincoln and Tori walked out of the movie theatre. She waited a few seconds before nodding to Hudson who was standing silently. “Bye, Hudson. Have a good weekend.”

She pushed through the doors and walked down the sidewalk a few feet before pulling her phone from her purse. Before she could call for an Uber, Hudson was standing beside her again.

“I’ll give you a ride home.”

“I can call an Uber.”

He grunted in annoyance. “I said I’ll give you a ride home.”

“Fine,” she said.

“Let’s go.” His voice was impatient.

“I’m going.” She scowled up at him and followed him to his truck. He unlocked the doors, and she yanked the passenger door opened and climbed in as he slid behind the wheel. He drove out of the parking lot and when they stopped at the red light, she said, “Go ahead and say it.”

“Say what?”

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