The evening air was cool against Mia's face as she pushed through the company's glass doors. She had spent half of the day taking painkillers and the other half drinking coffee.

A black Honda pulled up slow against the curb and the window rolled down. Dave leaned into the steering wheel and looked at her.

"Get in," he said.

Mia stopped walking,she tightened her grip on her bag strap. "I think I'll just get a cab"

"Mia." His brown eyes were steady on hers. "Get in or I'm getting out and carrying you myself."

She let out a tired sigh then she pulled the door open and dropped into the...