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knees would crumble. Her uncle’s ruddy face purpled under the pressure of Sebastian’s hold. H is watery stare darted to her.
    “Don’t even look at her,” Sebastian warned through clenched teeth. “You are done . Taylor only sees the good in people. As ludicrous as it is, she feels sorry for you—even after everything you put her through. She’s damn lucky I was there to intervene or she’d be looking at doing hard time. Do you even care about that at all?” he pressed, his grip tightening.
    All her uncle managed was a feeble nod.
    “You’re lying,” Sebastian whispered. “I can see it in your eyes. She was just a means to an end with you. She would have gladly taken the fall for you both. Where would you be then, Roy? Setting up your moonshining still somewhere else and bitching about the inconvenience? Shrugging her off as just another business expense?”
    “I didn ’t mean…I never wanted her to get hurt,” Roy choked, sputtering for breath.
    Sebastian’s knuckles whitened as he twisted her uncle’s coat until his face flushed a dangerous hue. “I don’t want to hear your excuses. Taylor may be nothing to you, but she is everything to me. If you ever try to contact her or come near her again, I won’t settle for seeing you locked up. I will give you and that degenerate offspring of yours an experience that will make you beg for death. Think about it carefully, and don’t test my patience again.”
    Her uncle stumbled backwards on a shove. Taylor clamped a hand over her mouth as the once proud man landed in an awkward sprawl amongst concrete and snow. A low sob broke in the base of her throat. Her tear-filled eyes darted to Sebasti an’s as he approached. Without a word, he pulled her against his side and steered her away. It took everything she had not to glance over her shoulder. One way or another, she knew she’d probably just seen her uncle for the last time. Yet, somehow, as final as the moment was, goodbye had never felt so incomplete.
     
     
    Sebastian flexed his fingers around the steering wheel as he eased the Benz to a stop. The red glow of the stoplight bathed the inside of the car, illuminating Taylor’s tearstained face. He rolle d his neck and winced when the bones gave a stiff pop. The movie hadn’t been too bad despite being a low-grade romantic flick. He’d expected silence then, but dinner had been tense and quiet as well. Taylor had spent more time pushing her food around her plate than she had eating, and the only time he’d heard her speak at all was when she gave one of her automated answers. Now, the silence in the car was smothering.
    His grip on the wheel tightened in time with his jaw.
    “Stop sulking.”
    Her head snapped up. “I’m not.”
    Her voice had that defensive edge he hated. His eyes narrowed just as the light turned green.
    “You are, and I’m not going to spend the rest of the night dealing with your mood. We had a good day, Taylor. Stop letting that man screw it up.”
    “I’ m sorry. I’m not trying to. I just feel bad.”
    “You have nothing to feel bad about, baby,” he said, trying to smooth things over before he lost his temper. “Your uncle made his decisions. Those choices put him where he’s at, not you.”
    “I know, but…” She sighed and shook her head.
    “But what, Taylor? Those people lied to you and they used you. I told you your relationship with them was over months ago. Maybe now you can see why. Your uncle couldn’t even trouble himself enough to come begging for your help sobe r. Did he even bother to ask how you were doing or apologize for what he did?”
    “No,” she whispered.
    His chest ached as her chin trembled in a miserable quiver, but he refused to back down. She was too close to the situation to see the truth. She had to understand. Setting his shoulders, he turned the car onto the sweeping uphill street that wound to his estate.
    “No, Taylor,” he agreed softly. “He tried to blame you for his