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Sage was silent That little laugh Caleb had one She sat huddled in the corner of the wide leather seat, her face turned to theAll he could see of her was the back of her head and the rigidity of her shoulders beneath his jacket

And her long, very long legs

Hell

He had no business thinking about her legs Not at a time like this

She’d had a terrifying experience Soht now

What she needed was … what?

He felt helpless

She hadn’t wanted to call the cops and he understood that, but surely she needed … so

Hot tea? Brandy? Someone to talk to? Someone to hold her? She’d let him do that but only for a minute

He was a stranger Ashe’d as to be in his arms The trouble was that his every instinct told him to reach for her, draw her close, stroke her hair, let soth leach into her

She was too quiet Too withdrawn After that one little laugh at his pathetic attempt at humor, she’d told the driver her address and she hadn’t spoken a word since

If only he could draw her out Get her talking about so He’d searched his brain for a way to start a conversation but “What do you think of the weather?” seemed woefully inadequate

Besides, she wasn’t in the mood for small talk

The truth was, neither was he

His jaw tightened He was still angry as hell