A few hours ago?
Ewan's head swam with questions, and then with fatigue. He staggered on his feet, slightly irritated when he felt Athena supporting him—he wasn't some charity case!
That irritability morphed into red-hot anger when Antonio stepped forward and gently removed Athena's hands from his waist.
"If he needs a support system, I can be that," Antonio asserted.
Not wasting a moment, Ewan swatted Antonio's hands away, tears of humiliation burning behind his eyes. "Get your stinky hands off me!"
"Damn, dude! I'm just trying to help! If you don't want it, get your ungrateful ass inside the car and drive off," Antonio barked, folding his arms across his chest and blocking Athena.
Meanwhile, behind him, Athena worried if she had made a good call, considering how irate and unreasonable Antonio was behaving. Why did he have to announce it in front of Ewan like that? Did a man's ego have to be so damning? She clicked her tongue and stepped away from his protective stance.
