By the time we reached the parking lot, my feet felt like they were moving through wet cement.
I made for the driver's side of my car without thinking, fumbling for the door handle.
"Sir... no," Sarah's voice cut through, firm but still laced with that respectful edge.
Her hand caught my arm before I could duck inside.
"I'm fine," I muttered, swatting her away as I patted my pockets for the keys.
She didn't wait for me to find them.
She stepped right into my space, her hands moving over my jacket, down the sides of my pants... searching until the keys jingled in her hand.
"What the hell... "
"I'm not letting you drive like this," she said, pocketing them before I could grab them back. "Get in the back seat."
I scowled but the fight wasn't in me anymore. My body sagged against the car, and she guided me to the back, her hand at my elbow.
I slumped into the seat, head leaning against the glass.
