“I wasn’t worried about you,” I argue defensively.
“Why were you asking what about me then?” he asks, raising a condescending eyebrow.
“Momentary blind curiosity. Caught in the moment sort of thing.”
“We had a moment now?” he goads me, chuckling.
“If you didn’t notice, I was well on my way to leaving you behind to go with Riley without so much as glance a back,” I bite at him. “But you apparently are incapable of leaving me even though I told you not to help or save me ever again.”
“A thank you would suffice. Or is that not in your vocabulary?”
“If I don’t thank you, are you going to toss me out of here on my a*s again?”
“Maybe if you had your car. But since you always seem to find trouble if it’s there to find, the thought isn’t so appealing tonight.”
“Cute. You’re worried
