“That was impressive.” “What?” He shifted toward me, placing a hand on the small of my back and drawing me near. The warmth of his touch made the space between us feel intimate. Like it was just the two of us in the evening shadows. His gaze captured me and refused to let go. “What you said to him. How you put that jerk in his place.” I couldn’t think straight when he was this close and I could breathe in his cologne. “I’m not an object,” I said and made a face. “I mean, I’m not going to be treated like one anymore.” The statement hung for a moment. He knew who I was talking about and nodded
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