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“Hadley,” her mother said a few hours later. “Why didn’t you call us when you got into the accident? We would have come back right away.”

She was at her parents' house now for dinner. They’d gotten back a little after three and hadn’t seen her car in the driveway. They’d texted to see when she’d be home to find out if she wanted dinner with them since they knew she was off.

She came outside and went to their house to tell them what happened and prepared herself to be babied more than what Duke did earlier.

No, he didn’t baby her.

He came in on his dark horse like a knight ready to slay anyone in her way.

She’d seen it and was shocked Mac Bond hadn’t put his cousin in his place.

Who knows, maybe that was part of that private conversation the two of them had.

She didn’t ask because she didn’t want to know. She didn’t want him to get in trouble because of her. Not that she thought that would happen.

It just felt like so many times in her life people wanted to shield her rather than support her. And why she couldn’t figure out the difference was beyond her.

“That is why I didn’t tell you,” she said. “There was no reason for you to rush back. There wasn’t anything you could do about it.”

“You could have been hurt,” her father said.

“I wasn’t and I’m not.”

“But you didn’t have anyone to call. You haven’t made that many friends since you’ve been here,” her mother said quietly.

She ground her teeth. “I did have someone to call. I called Duke. He came and you know it.”

“But what if he was working?” her mother said.

“Stop trying to make this into something that didn’t even happen. Duke wasn’t at work. He came and got me. If he didn’t or couldn’t I would have figured it out like I have everything else in my life.”

She knew her voice was firm, but man, she was getting tired of this. She supposed this was part of the best thing about living in another state.

“Did you find out how much damage was done to your car?” her father asked.

“Carter called an hour ago. He said the car can be repaired. That is all I was concerned about. I’m not in a position to get another loan and don’t want one when this car will be paid for in less than a year.”

“At least it’s someone else’s insurance so you don’t have to worry about your rates,” her mother said.

Another thing that crossed her mind. “A rental should be covered on his too. I only need to use one of your cars for a week. Carter said he’d have one of his rentals back by then and I can have it until my car is done.”

“You can use our vehicles as long as you need to,” her mother said. “Did they say how long it would take to be repaired? Life on the island is much slower than on the mainland.”

“I know that. He said maybe a month. He has to order the parts, which will take a few weeks, and then schedule the work. There are other cars and work ahead of me. I know that. It’s still less hassle than having the car brought somewhere in Plymouth.”

The thought of that was too daunting though Carter assured her that she wouldn’t have to do anything other than go over and pick it up when it was done.

“It’s nothing to be concerned about,” her mother said. “It will get done when it does and you don’t have to worry about anything.”

“Thank you for that,” she said. She hated taking help from anyone but knew in situations like this, there wasn’t much of a choice.

She could have said she’d use her mother’s car the whole time and let the rental go to someone else, but she wouldn’t inconvenience her parents more than she needed to. She didn’t even want to do it as much as she was going to have to.

“Any time. And we are glad that Duke was able to come and take care of you,” her father said.

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