There sat Hannah on the sofa, dressed in a long-sleeved white nightgown, her smile as insincere as it was polished.

“Mr.

Mitchell, you really are quite the night owl, aren’t you?”

Maybe because Bryson hadn’t anticipated Hannah to be awake, his expression momentarily froze.

Leaning against the sofa, Hannah greeted Bryson with a smile that refused to wane.

“Didn’t think I would still be up, did you?”

“Yeah, I honestly didn’t think you would still be up at this hour.

Approaching the sofa, Bryson asked, “Were you waiting for me here on purpose?”

“Who else would I be waiting for? But you haven’t answered my question yet,” she pointed out.

Taking a seat beside her, Bryson explained, “Just couldn’t seem to fall asleep, so I decided to take a little stroll.

Hannah nodded.

couldn’t sleep? For a moment there,

beside her, Hannah turned to him,

simply smiled back and

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standoff ensued between them until Hannah

we shouldn’t keep secrets from each other? Why does it feel like

turned to meet

possibly be

locked, and after a beat, Hannah chuckled,

you are dead set on

his feet and gave Hannah’s head

on my mind and couldn’t seem to nod

on it

Get some sleep early.

It’s getting late.

smile on Hannah’s face dimmed as

crystal clear to her that Bryson

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