Unintended Jealousy

“Dane, slow down—I have not even washed my face, brushed my teeth, or touched my hair,” Phoebe protested as she stumbled after him.

Dane ignored the complaint, towed her to his sedan, and swung open the passenger door. “Get in.”

“I can get home on my own. I do not need your car,” she said.

“You don't think we still have a mountain of unfinished business?” Dane asked, voice even. “If you plan on do