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.

appreciate the

Mitchell.

word, swung the

“It’s getting late.

the thought

a brief hesitation, Hannah agreed and slid into

the car revived Hannah’s once sleepy

belt and gazed out

Bryson stayed quiet until he reached the red traffic

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grandfather and mine fought side

have always shared

up his ties

him and caught his striking face illuminated by the moon, she

just acquaintances

of emotion

fidgeting with her handbag’s

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