Mia's POVWe stepped out into the cold and Tom steadied me when I wobbled on the curb.“I’ll drive. Where is your key?” he asked, already fishing for my keys. “You’re in no shape to drive.”“I’m fine,” I lied, but the sidewalk tilted.He didn’t argue, just unlocked and opened the passenger door of my car and waited — I gave in, rattled off my address, and climbed in.Five minutes later he killed the engine in front of my building. I tried the handle twice before he came around and pulled me out. My legs folded the second my feet hit the ground.“Jesus—” he muttered, and suddenly I was off the floor, his arms under my knees and back, carrying me like I weighed nothing.My face was against his neck, leather and whiskey and something warm that made my heart beat fast for all the wrong reasons.“Code,” he said at the door.“Four-seven-zero-nine,” I mumbled into his jacket.He punched it in, shouldered the door open, and carried me inside.The living room was dark except for the streetligh
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