“Okay, that’s real good. Now we’ve got to get you out of here.” He laced his fingers with mine and tugged me toward the door. “Let me see if I can talk my boss into letting me cut out long enough to take you home, all right?"
"N-no. It's okay.” Panic made my voice sound shrill and reedy, but I’d already caused this guy enough trouble. No way was I going to get him in hot water at his job on top of it. There was also some part of me that knew, if I spent even one more minute with him, it would send my already hella-fucked-up life into yet another tailspin. I cleared my throat and tried to work up a reassuring smile. “I do have a friend here. If you can help me find her, I'll get a ride."
He eyed me dubiously, but his gaze was already growing shuttered and the loss of that warmth made me feel empty inside. When had a guy last looked at me that way? Like he was really seeing me?
Andy groaned from his parking place on the floor and I shoved my savior toward the exit, dimly aware of the heat of his skin seeping into my icy hands.
“Go,” I whispered urgently. “Neither of us will want to be here when he gets up.” Although at least one of us was going to have to face him sooner or later.
And it wasn’t going to be pretty.
Get the rest of Fix You, now!
Score (Skin in the Game Book 1) Page 21
