I’m pretty sure I looked vicious right then—like a small, cornered beast with its claws out. Eyes red, I stared at Sean, dumping all the resentment in my chest onto him for no reason.

By Sean’s usual standards, he should’ve ordered me out of the car, thrown me that cold look, and snapped back in that icy tone until I had nothing left to say.

But unexpectedly… he didn’t.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a checkered handkerchief, ...