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Should be, but I wasn’t.

My feet weren’t even touching the ground anymore, and if no one had been paying any attention to me before, they certainly were now, with the fucking angry giant carrying me around.

I didn’t say anything as he carried me out of the bar and straight to his truck parked off to the corner.

“My car,” I said as he walked past it.

“Tough. You’re getting in my truck, and I’m driving you home.”

“I can’t just leave my car here at this bar, of all bars!”

That got him to stop walking.

He didn’t say anything. The only noises coming from him were his hard, angry breaths.

Oh, fuck.

I’d poked the dragon, and now I had to face the consequences.

He held out his hand in front of me.

“What?” I asked.

“Give me your car keys.”

“Why?”

He shook me. Hard.

Okay. I got it.

I grumbled under my breath and pulled my keys from my pocket, placing them in his hand.

He walked back to where I was parked, opened the door, and hid the keys underneath the seat.

“Micah will take your car home.”

And then he started walking toward his truck once more.

I wanted to protest.

To tell him the last thing I wanted was for Micah to touch any of my things.

It almost felt sacrilegious. Like I might have to find a priest to perform an exorcism on it afterward.

I smartly kept my mouth shut.

He opened the passenger side and deposited me in like I was nothing more than a bag of wheat before walking to the driver’s side and hopping in.

He started the truck pretty quickly after that, and then we were off.

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My fists tightenedaround the steering wheel.

I didn’t say anything, trying to calm the fuck down.

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