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“Are you ready to go?” Trenton asked. He’d been staring at me, probably waiting for me to say something.

“Yes, I’m ready.” I moved to head toward the main entrance, and he stepped in the opposite direction.

He grabbed my shoulder. “Where are you going?”

I pointed. “To the main entrance? That’s where the Uber driver usually picks me up.”

He shook his head. “I’ll drive you.”

“I don’t—”

“Want to put me out, I know. I’ve heard it before, but I don’t mind. Besides, it’s Friday night in LA. Uber drivers are in high demand, so who knows how long you’d be waiting.”

“I—” Another excuse faltered on my lips, but the truth was that I didn’t want to be alone, not right then. So I would accept his offer and his company for the thirty-minute drive to the hotel, delaying the inevitable. “I would appreciate it.”