Once Hannah was sure Grace was okay, she bid her farewell.

Exiting the house, Hannah spotted Bryson, poised against a black vehicle, awaiting her.

“Mr.

Mitchell?”

The evening wind ruffled Bryson’s dark shirt collar and tousled his hair.

With a soft expression, he met Hannah’s eyes.

“Hop in.

I’ll take you home.

“I’d rather not.

Almost instinctively, Hannah aimed to maintain space from Bryson.

But instantly regretting her words, she hesitated, then added, “Taxis are easy to hail around here.

the offer,

Mitchell.

word, swung the car door

“It’s getting late.

Like the thought of

brief hesitation, Hannah agreed and

mint in the

belt and

spoke, and Bryson stayed quiet

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at him and caught his striking face illuminated by

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