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On the drive back to my house, Rowan said little. I had nothing to say. I was too tired to explain, anyway.
I didn't even notice when he'd stopped his truck in front of my house.
"Anna," he said softly. He touched my hand.
I hurried out of the truck and went inside without even saying goodbye. To my frustration, Rowan followed me inside.
"Are you going to tell me what the hell happened back there?" he said without preamble.
I slipped out of my heels and rubbed my feet. Not caring that Rowan was watching, I began stripping out of my dress, too. I just wanted to put on my pajamas and go to sleep.
"Anna—"
"Look, Rowan. I'm exhausted. Can we talk about this another time?" I slipped an oversized T-shirt over my head.
"No, we can't." Rowan's expression was grim. "Tell me what happ
