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.

Like the thought of

a brief hesitation, Hannah agreed and slid into

subtle scent of mint in the car revived Hannah’s once

buckled her seat belt and gazed out

Bryson stayed quiet until he reached the

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and mine fought

have always shared

up

she glanced at him and caught his striking face illuminated by

We’re just acquaintances

a rush of emotion hit

fidgeting with her handbag’s

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