I stand brusquely, an imperious hand held out to her.

She stares, confusion flitting through her gaze.

I cock a brow, working to keep the scathing drip of self-loathing from my voice.

"To my house. I can't very well change you within sniffing distance of Charlie." I answer her unspoken query.

I gauge her expression, wondering if she thinks I'm bluffing.

She's taken my hand. I've got her on my back, wondering how I'll jump out the window and get to the woods without a neighbor noticing when-

"Holy shit, you actually mean it."