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.

without a word, swung the

“It’s getting late.

thought

Hannah agreed and slid into the

mint in the car revived Hannah’s

seat belt and gazed

neither of them spoke, and Bryson

my family has been close

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grandfather and mine

always

wondered why Bryson brought up

striking face illuminated by the moon, she

We’re just acquaintances with business

of

fidgeting with her

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