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Stacia stumbled forward a step, nearly falling into Pace, and when he reached out to steady her, she jumped backward. “Don’t f*****g touch me.”
After the interruption from Boomer, the rest of the night had gone pretty smoothly, even with Pace hanging out with them. They’d danced and did shots and had fun getting to know Jordan. By the end of the night, Stacia was beyond drunk and she knew that it was time to go home, but she was having more fun than she’d had all summer and wasn’t ready to leave yet.
“Stacia, you are hammered drunk. I am just offering you a ride home,” Pace said.
“No. No way in f*****g hell!” Stacia slurred.
Pace sighed. “You don’t need to take a cab when I have my truck waiting here.”
“You don’t have a truck,” she spat.
He leveled his gaze on her as she wobbled
