of protective.” Understandable. If I was in their shoes, I would be protective of her, too, given what Shannon had been through at her old school. Hell, I was protective now. “But I want to,” she added, smiling shyly at me. “I’d love to, actually—if you want to, that is?” Well, shit. Balls. What the hell was I supposed to do now? My mother was at home so that was out. Forcing myself to concentrate on the road in front of me and not the girl sitting beside me, I flicked on my indicator and pulled onto the slip road for the city. “Cinema, it is,” I replied in as breezy a tone as I could muster
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