“You might as well slow down,” I say. “I’m walking you home.” She lifts her chin and keeps up her pace. “Go away, pest.” “That would be a no. Safety first, Bren.” “Pfft. I don’t need a bodyguard. I could kick your ass if I wanted to.” I shouldn’t find that hot. But of course, I do. “I have no doubt you’re a total badass, babe. But humor me, all right?”
