“You can’t stay here tonight.” I didn’t want to stay there tonight. Or the next night. But I didn’t want to leave it either. “You’re coming with me.” I was? I was what? “Come on. I’m not in my twenties anymore. I’m usually in bed by now.” What? I glanced at my watch and saw the time. It was almost midnight. Holy crap. How had this taken so long? How was I even awake? Rip tugged at my wrist again. “You’re not staying here. Don’t give me that face.”
