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“Since when is taking a taxi dangerous?”

“We both know you just lied about taking a taxi It’s getting dark How are you getting home, Aspen?”

Drat He’d used her name She hadn’t been certain he’d re that memorable

You spilled scotch down his shirt, Aspen How is that not memorable?

Yeah, not her finestat the diner then taking a shift at Dirty Delights She’d been overworked And it had nothing to do with the ht

“I could call a friend”

“Good choice” He nodded “I’ll hile you do that”

Except who could she call? The other waitresses were all nice, but Aspen tended to keep to herself It was an old habit, learned after years ofto leave friends behind Plus, friends tended to want to know so about your life, and there wasn’t much she wanted to share

She closed her eyes, leaning back against the car, feeling defeated This wasn’t her She was a fighter But there cas just became too much

And this was one of those times

Saxon watched as the sainst her rusty car, which should have headed for the wrecker’s yard long ago, her eyes closing Defeat ritten all over her face

He didn’t like it

He’d thought her quiet and easily frightened Tonight was fast changing that opinion Watching her swear at her car, her face flushed, her eyes filled with fire, he’d decided she wasn’t quite the little mouse he’d believed she was There was a temper in there And one hell of a mouth He was a little shocked Such a tiny feer

Mind you, if he had to drive around in that sardine can he ry as well

Now he felt a bit guilty for causing her to look so defeated But not guilty enough to leave her alone He took his responsibilities seriously Every man in Haven looked out for the wo about her car,about this He knew she had no intention of taking a taxi It was also obvious she didn’t have s and he knew she was raising two children alone