His footsteps rang out as he walked toward me. I tried to make out his mood. It was impossible. I wet my lips, my mouth suddenly dry. “You wanted to talk?” I managed to get out. He strode up to me and didn’t stop when he reached my seat. He bowled right into me, his arms going under my legs and hoisting me over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. “Hey! What are you doing?” I demanded with as much dignity as I could, considering my head was dangling down his back. A harsh slap to my ass took my next protest from my mouth. “Shh, brat. Don’t make this worse on yourself,” he instructed firmly. He
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