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 offer,

Mitchell.

word, swung the

“It’s getting late.

the thought of you

a brief hesitation, Hannah agreed and slid into

in the

buckled her seat belt and gazed

Bryson stayed quiet until he reached the red

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mine

always

brought up his ties to

caught his striking face

and I? We’re just acquaintances

a rush of emotion hit

looked down, fidgeting with

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