Logan took a step back, steadying Vivian and pressing her down into the seat before pulling out his phone."I'll call a driving service. Stop making a scene. Just go home."He kept his eyes on the screen, never once showing a flicker of concern.Vivian couldn't help but recall how, in the past, whenever she got drunk, Logan would drop everything to pick her up, no matter where she was. When they got home, he'd remove her makeup, change her clothes, and even wash her feet.When had all that changed?What gave him the right to change?A surge of anger, fierce and inexplicable, rushed through her. She slammed the water glass onto the floor."I don't want a driver! I don't want some stranger touching my car! You take me home, or I'm not leaving!"Logan froze. He knew her well enough to realize that once Vivian got stubborn after drinking, she wouldn't back down no matter what. If this dragged on, they'd be here until sunrise.Her eyes were red and teary. "Are you taking me or not?
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