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

Mitchell.

without a word, swung

“It’s getting late.

Like the thought of you

brief hesitation, Hannah agreed and slid into the

scent of mint in the

her seat belt and gazed

journey, neither of them spoke, and Bryson stayed quiet until he reached

my family has been close with the

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grandfather and mine

families have always shared a

Bryson brought up his ties to the

caught his striking face illuminated by

I? We’re just acquaintances

rush of emotion hit

looked down, fidgeting with

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