When I was almost there, Coz stepped in, alone, suit jacket on, glancing around until he spotted me. “It’s not my fault you’re no longer on a date,” I groused as I got closer, intent on brushing by him. “So if you came here to yell at—Coz!” He had grabbed my arm, stopping me, holding tight. “I need to talk to you.” “Britton asked me to meet him outside.” Releasing me abruptly, he just stood there, close, breathing my air. “So,” I said, exhaling fast. “Where’s Hutch?” His gaze lifted and met mine. “He went home.” “Why?” “Because you scared him to death.” I was incredulous. “What the hell are you talking about?” “Come here,” he said, hand on my back, steering me out of the restaurant to the sidewalk. Once there, he turned to me so fast that I had to stop midstride or mow him over. “Why are you even out tonight?
