“How many of those have you had?” “Just the one.” I lift an eyebrow. “Why?” “I want to make sure you have a clear head when I ask you to leave with me later.” “Wh-what?” I can’t breathe, and now my heart is threatening to beat through my chest. “You heard me.” He leans in closer, his lips brushing against my ear. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you since that night at the rest stop. All that strength. All that fire. Your brazen, idiotic disregard for your own safety when you risked pissing off a dangerous stranger because you thought someone was in trouble and needed your help. I thought I
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