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"Mason wanted a beer."

Mason points at him. "Don't put this on me."

"You dragged me here."

"I invited you."

"You harassed me until I agreed."

"Sounds familiar," I mutter.

Jagger's eyes snap back to mine. "That was low."

"So was what you said about Charlie."

His expression drops. "I already apologized for that."

"And I heard you."

"Doesn't seem like it."

"An apology doesn't magically erase it," I point out.

"I know that."

"Do you?"

"Yeah, Lainey. I fucking do."

Mason takes one cautious step backward.

Carla watches us like she's at a tennis match.

Jagger drags a hand over his jaw. "I shouldn't have said it. I was angry, and I said the one thing I knew would hurt you. It was shitty."

"Yes."

"I know."

I should let this go. It's getting too ugly, and I don't want to fight with Jagger, especially on Thanksgiving. But he's not the only stubborn one. "And you still don't understand why I was upset before I said it."

"Oh, I understand."

"No. You only understand now because I got angry."

"That's not fair."

"I told you no several times."

He groans. "I was worried about you driving in the snow."

"And I told you I could handle it."

"I know."

"Then why couldn't that be the end of it?"

"Because I'm not used to having something this important to lose!" he shouts.