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.

swung the car

“It’s getting late.

thought of you traveling

Hannah agreed

mint in the car revived

buckled her seat belt and gazed out

and Bryson stayed quiet

family has been close with the

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

and I? We’re just

a rush of emotion

fidgeting with her handbag’s

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