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the car already. I saw you on our way out and told him to go ahead.”
    “It was really nice to see you. Next time you come through San Francisco, give me a call.” She hugged Jen again.
    “Okay. Yeah, I’ll do that.” Jen kissed her cheek, and walked away, but glanced back, shaking her head.
    Debbie sat back down at the table, hurried to take a drink of water and catch her breath. Mick probably felt like crawling under the table. Good God, why couldn’t Jen have kept her mouth shut!
    Not sure what to say, she picked up a french fry and lifted her head. Mick lowered his brows and sat watching her.
    “Wow, this place is busy.” She fluttered her hands in front of her. “What were you saying before Jen interrupted us?”
    He glanced over at the others in the restaurant, turned back to his plate, and lifted his burger. “Drop it.”
    “What?” She wiped her hand on a napkin.
    “I said drop it.” He nodded at her food. “Eat up, and then we’re going home.”
    Her appetite disappeared. How could he be mad? He wouldn’t even let her apologize for her friend’s rudeness. No, he just shut her up and ended the discussion.
    Debbie placed her napkin in the middle of her plate, scooted her chair back, and left the table. She didn’t stop until she reached Mick’s car. Crossing her arms, she leaned on the car, stuck out her lower lip, and blew the hair out of her eyes.
    “Drop it. Eat. We’re going home,” she muttered. “Argh… Is it my fault Jen’s a complete moron who opened her stupid mouth before thinking?” She let her head fall back, closed her eyes, and wished the whole thing had never happened.
    * * *
    Mick pushed through the door of the Roadhouse and stepped out on the sidewalk. He inhaled a huge breath to calm down. The little minx deserved a spanking.
    Her refusal to acknowledge their relationship hurt, and her childish behavior by storming out of the restaurant plain pissed him off. A band of worry constricted around his chest. She needed time to adjust to their relationship, but he wasn’t playing around. Hell, he didn’t have time to fool around with these silly games.
    The sooner she learned that, the better.
    Rounding the corner of the building, he didn’t break his stride. He hit the remote for his car and frowned at the way Debbie jumped at the sound of the locks popping.
    He opened the passenger door. “Get in.”
    She stomped her foot but moved to sit down without getting mouthy. He crossed in front of the vehicle, got in, and started the car without a word. He let her stew in her own juices. The sooner she learns to accept our relationship and everything that comes along with it, the better.
    Heavy sighs filled the small enclosure every mile he drove. He counted in his head to keep from lecturing. If she was trying to get him riled, she was doing a damn fine job of it. Luckily, she must have sensed his patience was up, and cut the dramatics the rest of the way home.
    Back home, he parked the car in the garage and let his hands fall off the steering wheel. “Why?”
    Debbie stared at him and remained silent. The heat of her gaze pierced a hole through him.
    Without answering, she climbed out of the car and marched to the door to wait for him to unlock the house. His reaction time slowed down with the shock of how much temper she displayed. It took him a few seconds to work up enough steam to follow her.
    The second he’d pushed the door open, she stormed past him into the foyer.
    Mick caught her in the kitchen, scooped her over his shoulder, and carried her down the hall upside down. She screamed, and he answered with a smack on her pretty little heart-shaped ass.
    “Hey!” She stiffened.
    He chuckled. “If you want to act like a child, I’ll treat you like one.”
    Flipping her onto the bed, he followed her down and captured her hands above her head. “Grow up.”
    She snorted. “You’re one to talk. It wasn’t me who got upset because someone mistook me for your parent.”