Go with her, Smith. Dallas gave me a look that said plainly he was going to try and do just the opposite, but it was the best I could do, unless I wanted to drag Ronnie out of the booth by her hair. You are wet. He looked up at me, puzzled.
He gave a small frown. I gripped his hand, and it didn't hurt anymore. I pulled into my driveway and saw the faint shine of lights against the living room drapes. I would have argued, if I could have.
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