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“I’ve got her,” Lance tells him, sliding between us. The smell of him makes my body instantly warm all over. He’s so close, his mouth right by the side of my face. “Put your arms around me.”
“What?” I stare at him nose to nose and wide-eyed, telling him with a look not to do anything that will embarrass me further. “I can walk.”
One of his arms slides under my legs, and I slap his hand away. “Scarlet,” he grounds out, annoyed, ignoring me as he lifts me into his arms.
“I can walk.”
“You can walk after I’ve fed you,” he tells me, striding toward the car. Jack moves in front of us and opens the door. I’m placed in the front seat, and then the door gets shut with a thud.
I try to listen while Lance and Jack talk, but I can’t make out a thing they’re saying. When they shake hands and part ways, I look to my lap and pray the ground will swallow me up.
The back door opens, and I do anything but turn around.
“Do you need anything from your bag?”
Frowning, I reluctantly glance back, finding my bag, hat, and Dad’s prescriptions on the seat. I shake my head. When Lance gets in the car, I close my eyes and rest my head back against the seat. My head is starting to pound. The last thing I need is Lance being in an arrogant, I-know-best mood.
I just want to be alone.
The car falls quiet, and I exhale. After the emotional barrage that hit me yesterday and now this today—
The warmth of soft fingers gently flutter across my chin, and then they direct my face to the side.
I peel my eyes open to look at him, the concern on his face making my heart beat out of rhythm.
His brows crease as he stares at me, and I wait, unsure of what it is he sees. “Are you okay?”
I don’t like how much I like the way Lance is looking at me.
It’s as if he cares.
Seconds must pass, and he eventually sighs, leaning across my body and pulling my seat belt into place.
“I’m taking you to dinner. Is there anywhere you’d like to eat?”
Dinner sounds incredible, but so does my bed. And then there’s Dad, who will be wondering where I am.
“I need to go home. My dad will be worried and needs his prescription before bed.”
“I’ll stop there first.”
“I need to cook him something for dinner. I—”
“He can come with us.”
I frown. “What? No. He won’t want to.”
His grip tightens a little on the steering wheel, and he chances a glance at me, his face still full of worry. “Then I’ll order him something to the house.”
“Lance, I can cook dinner. I just need to eat something. I already feel better.”
He glares at me, not believing a word of it. As he puts the car into gear and pulls out onto the main road, the satnav starts.
“I can give you the directions.”
He ignores me, and I sigh, choosing to stare straight ahead.
We drive for a few minutes before he eventually speaks again.
