#Rage Just Like A River|Cara and Riley

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@onlydevilsleft   {{xx}}

One heavy arm rests around Cara’s waist. The other brings his beer up to his lips as he takes a sip. “Ain’t angry with you, darlin’, so don’t even get to that kind of thinkin’.” There’s hellfire burning in his eyes, sure, but the source of that ire has nothing to do with her. Any man who can’t take no for an answer isn’t a man at all, and this particular one, still shooting looks at her from the end of the bar is about to learn that lesson. His little brother is sitting at a table, and Baz is over by the jukebox and before the three of them leave, they’re gonna have a chat with California about how to have manners where a lady is concerned. “An’ I know what he is. Saw ‘nough of his kind overseas, thinkin’ he’s God’s gift to anything just cause he’s wearing a uniform, and I know what happens to people like that.” When she rises up on her toes his eyes flick to hers and he can’t help the grin so rare on his face. “I know, Car,  I know.” He shifts on his barstool and lifts her up, settling her on his lap. Then he tucks a stray lock of her hair tenderly behind an ear. “But that ain’ gonna spare him the wrath of God. When we leave, I want you to ride home with the girls. We’ll be just a bit behind you. Your place or mine?”