Aaron’s strides were long and fast—so fast that even though Emily wore flat shoes, she nearly stumbled twice. They rounded a corner outside the restaurant, and she yanked her arm again. Still no luck. His grip only tightened.
“Ow…” she gasped.
Aaron came to a sudden stop. Emily hadn’t expected it, crashing straight into his back. Pain shot through her forehead, flaring with heat, and her frustration surged.
When he turned to face her, his expression was still cold as ever. That was the last straw—her long-suppressed anger snapped.
“WHAT the hell is wrong with you?!”
He glanced down at her. “Just two more steps. We’ll talk in the car.”
Emily had had it. “YOU dragged me out of a restaurant in front of all those people, completely losing it, and now you care about appearances? You could
