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gaze.
    Warrick tightened his arms around her, demanding, “Did he touch you? Hurt you?”
    “N-not really. But you’re kind of scaring me, Warrick.”
    In the beam of his car’s headlights, his eyes took on a dangerous glint. “Shit. I’m sorry, Sienna,” he muttered. “Come on, let’s get you into my truck.”
    She stumbled to keep up with him as he rushed her back to his waiting vehicle. He helped her inside and then shut the door, walking around to his side.
    Though it was almost June, the night walk had chilled her and Sienna flipped on the heat, letting the hot air and the Foo Fighters song that was playing distract her from her dark thoughts.
    Warrick climbed in the driver’s side and shut the door, but made no move to drive.
    “Were you drinking?”
    Guilt sent a flush to her face, but because she trusted him enough to keep it to himself, she admitted the truth. “I had a couple beers earlier.”
    His jaw clenched, then unclenched. She could tell he wasn’t pleased. “You’re underage,” he reminded her, sounding like her father instead of a friend.
    “Everyone was drinking, Warrick. Chill.” She tucked a strand of blonde hair behind her ear and resisted the urge to roll her eyes.
    He caught her wrist suddenly and frowned. “You’re wearing it.”
    Her heart thumped harder as she stared down at the delicate silver bracelet with the tiny moon charm that he’d given her for her sixteenth birthday. Funny he’d spotted the bracelet in the darkness of the truck.
    “I love it, Warrick,” she finally said. “I rarely take it off.”
    A faint smile flickered across his mouth, before it tightened into a slash. “Tell me what happened at the prom, Sienna.”
    She swallowed hard and looked away. “It doesn’t matter.”
    He shifted in his seat, stretching his arm over the back of the bench seat. She felt the heat of his hand near her bare shoulder. “Like hell it doesn’t. Now talk.”
    She glanced up at him through her lashes. When had she stopped thinking of him as her brother’s best friend, and instead as the hot guy who came by the house? It had to be close to a year now. And each time he’d come by, she’d prayed her new crush wasn’t blatantly obvious.
    She didn’t want to admit to him the humiliating details of what had happened tonight. She wanted to seem mature and confident, not a naïve little high schooler. Warrick was almost out of college now, a grown man. How was she going to convince him they could be perfect together if he just saw her as an annoying teenager?
    “Sienna?” his tone sharpened.
    “My prom date figured since he paid for dinner I should put out.” Her cheeks burned with humiliation as she finally made the confession. “I told him no. He didn’t seem to like my answer…so I left.”
    Warrick’s jaw flexed. “What happened between him not liking your answer and you leaving?”
    Sienna unconsciously rubbed her bare shoulder and shrugged. “Nothing. I got up and left.”
    Warrick’s gaze followed the movement of her hands, and he flicked on the overhead light. She bit her lip, realizing her mistake as he pulled her hand away to observe bruises left behind from Dayle’s fingers.
    “That’s nothing?” Warrick ground out violently and reached to start the engine. “I’ll kill the bastard.”
    “Stop, Warrick!” she pleaded, fresh tears flooding her eyes as she grabbed his wrist. “It’s partly my fault. I knew he had a reputation and I asked him to be my date anyway.”
    He turned off the car and moved to face her again. “Why would you ask someone like that to prom, Sienna?”
    “Because I knew you’d turn me down.” Shit . She hadn’t meant to say that aloud.
    Sienna held her breath, waiting for him to laugh or a majorly awkward silence to ensue.
    But it didn’t come. Her pulse tripped as she watched his gaze darken and his nostrils flare slightly.
    “Don’t say things like that, Sienna.” His words came low and unsteady.
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