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.

a word, swung

“It’s getting late.

thought of

hesitation, Hannah agreed and slid into the

scent of mint in the car revived Hannah’s

seat belt and gazed out the

and Bryson stayed quiet until he reached the red traffic

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puzzled, wondered why Bryson brought up his ties

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

just

a rush of

looked down, fidgeting

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