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late night rides

Conan was pissed.

His body shook with anger, muscles rigid with tension.

He was angry at Vegas, angry at the bastard Dimitri, and angry at the beautiful goddess sitting close to him.

Immediately, he got his car back from the Valet, strapped her in and sped away from the hotel, and now they were sitting in the car with the engines off.

The drive to her house was silent, with Ava sniffling and him silently fuming at the turn of events.

They'd arrived at her place thirty minutes ago when Ava clambered to the front door without a word. She was back minutes later.

Her best friend had someone with her in the house, and Ava didn't want to interrupt them.

Ava was calmer now, Conan kept stealing glances at her, questions hanging at the tip of his tongue, but he didn't want to push her.

It wasn't his place to ask, and it was technically none of his business.

"Dimitri was my ex-husband. It's the first time I've seen him since the Divorce"

Conan did not respond. He figured she'd appreciate his
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