““The rage would have to wait. He'd have to wait to break something in half, to plow his fist into something, anything. Sophia was trembling, and needed tending. "Kid knows something about everything. Get in the car. Time for somebody else to take the wheel." A little dazed now, she glanced behind her. "I think they still want to talk to me." "They can talk to you tomorrow. I'm taking you home." "Fine by me. I have some shopping bags." He smiled, and his grip on her loosened to a caress. "Of course you do.””
