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her.”
    Shay winced. “I’m such a tool.”
    “No, you’re not.” T.J. hugged her tight. “He should’ve known better than to go after you. You had every reason to be frightened.”
    She whimpered and closed her eyes, resting her head against his shoulder. The jingle of keys sounded and then a car door slammed. She closed her lids tighter as the stranger’s car sped off and heavy footsteps approached.
    When the crunch against the asphalt stopped, she held her breath in the silence. She couldn’t look at Leo, couldn’t take the anger in his eyes or the annoyance at her stupidity. Instead, she burrowed deeper into T.J., hoping he’d hold her a little longer, until she recovered enough from her embarrassment to drive home.
    “I’ll take it from here,” Leo spoke softly.
    Her lids fluttered open and her lips trembled with the need to protest as T.J. stepped back. He gave a sad smile and stroked a lazy hand through her hair. “I’ll head back to the club and close things up for the night. Call me if you need anything.”
    No. Don’t leave me.
    She stared wide-eyed, silently begging him not to bail on her. Especially when Leo didn’t look like he was going anywhere. “I’ll be fine,” she croaked, hoping the two of them would leave together. “Thank you both.” She kept her focus on T.J., no matter how hard Leo’s gaze bore into the side of her face. “I’ll see you both next week.”
    T.J. waited, scrutinizing her.
    “I said I’d take care of it,” Leo growled. “Just go.”
    A shiver ran down her spine at his command, and she twisted around to her car, ready to flee. She pulled open the door to the sound of T.J.’s retreating steps, then the air left her lungs as a heavy hand wove around her waist and slammed it shut again.
    He was right behind her, his chest at her back, his breath in her hair. “I’ll drive you home,” he murmured, making her come undone, dragging the uncontrollable emotions higher up her throat.
    She shook her head. They’d fought enough tonight. The battle scars still stung across her heart. Being around him now would make it ten times harder to stop the tears she despised from flowing. She wasn’t a fucking crier. The last time she’d shed tears was years ago. And she’d be damned if she broke the achievement by blubbering over an enthusiastic masturbator and a case of mistaken intentions.
    “I’m a big girl. I can drive myself home.” She stood rigid, waiting for him to back off, hoping the warmth sinking under her skin would quickly vanish.
    “Please, Shay.”
    His plea undid her. He didn’t say another word, just continued to lean into her, his breath fanning her neck, his scent driving her crazy as T.J. pulled out from behind them. Leo placed his hand on her hip, sending a shudder through her stomach and higher to her nipples. She closed her eyes again, wishing the darkness would give her strength. But it didn’t, it only gave her the image of him in her mind, the light dusting of stubble, the tempting lips she’d fall to her knees to taste.
    She couldn’t take it any longer, couldn’t find the strength she hoped beyond hope to find. She turned in his arms, leaned against the cold metal of the car and stared up at him. Fragility stared back at her. His eyes were now a darker shade of blue, his forehead creased with a slight frown.
    “I’m sorry,” she whispered.
    There, she’d apologized, so why did she still feel terrible?
    “It’s not your fault. Glenn knows better than to approach someone outside the club, no matter what the circumstances.”
    “No.” She shook her head and lowered her gaze to the tanned skin exposed above the top button of his shirt. “I’m sorry for being such a bitch.”
    “Don’t be.” His response was immediate, without reservation.
    Her guilt increased at his sudden acceptance of her apology.
    “Your sexuality is none of my business,” she continued. She deserved his wrath, and getting it over and done with now would