Phoenix
I drove her home with my teeth gritted together. I wanted to pester her with questions. What the hell was she doing running outside when it was hot enough to fry an egg on the sidewalk? I had a feeling her impulsive run had something to do with the little drama over breakfast.
I pulled into the garage, and she just sat there, without opening the door, which made me even more alarmed.
I went around to her side and opened the passenger door. "Jesus, I should have taken you to the hospital," I grumbled as I unbuckled her. Her skin felt hot to touch as I lifted her out of my truck. For such a small package, she was heavy. I grunted as I kicked the door shut and carried her into the house. The fact that she didn't struggle or protest worried me even more.
I brought her in
