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I answered without picking my head up from Luca’s chest.

“Hello?” I mumbled.

“Why is it I just heard that you yelled at a fucking senior officer in the Navy, one in which I’m

really good buddies with, and you almost got your fucking head chopped off by a helicopter rotor?”

My dad’s very annoyed voice filled the line.

I closed my eyes.

Of course, he would be direct friends with the guy.

“I wasn’t in a good state,” I admitted.

“What kind of state could you possibly be in that would give you the thought that it was okay to

use that kind of language with a man?” he asked. “Officer or not, military or not, I didn’t raise you to act like that.”

I immediately felt like shit.

He was right, of course.

My bad day didn’t give me the excuse to use that kind of language with anyone.

“I told you,” I said. “I’m not in a good state.”

He growled. “Like I said, what kind of state allows that?”

I suddenly was pissed all fucking over again.

“The kind of fucking state where I yell at goddamn men who yell at men who helped me today,

okay?” I snapped.

I immediately regretted it the moment the words left my mouth.

My dad’s silence was quelling.

“Where are you?” he asked.

I looked around at where we were at and had no clue.

“I don’t know,” I admitted truthfully.

And before I could say anything more, Luca was taking the phone from me.

Because I was so freakin’ tired, I didn’t protest.

I also didn’t care what he was saying.

I was just plain exhausted.

I wanted to sleep for about ten hours straight and forget life for a couple of seconds.

Preferably in Luca’s arms while I pretended that everything was okay when it wasn’t.

I was so lost in the rumble of Luca’s chest that I didn’t notice that he was done talking to my dad, and talking to me instead, until he squeezed me tight.

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