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My hands flex into fists. “About that . . . She’s had a bad day.” I don’t have any idea what would have made her reach for the tequila tonight, but this isn’t normal behavior for her. Something’s wrong.

His eyes narrow. “Shit. What happened?”

I don’t know. She won’t talk to me. “It doesn’t matter. My point is that she’s not herself tonight. Don’t . . .” Don’t fucking touch her? Yeah