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Forty-Five

PAYTON

Time has flown by.

Weeks of it.

We have fallen into a routine.

I’m back at school.

He’s back at work.

The days jet past us, and we are no closer to understanding the accident. Trent told me about Paul. That he planned to hurt me but didn’t get the chance. That he wasn’t the hit-and-run driver.

I’m starting to think maybe it was just an accident.

Not a crazy plot.

Just a hit-and-run.

Some maniac who decided to drive recklessly, right at me.

That’s what the cops think it is.

A drunk driver who almost killed me.

Trent seems to agree with them.

The one good thing that came out of all this is Trent. Now that I’m better and healed, I should probably leave, but I don’t want to, and he hasn’t asked—yet.

I’m not ready to go.

I’m torn whether or not I should even speak to him about it.

He walks in. I’m in his office, sitting behind his desk, working on an assignment. Not something he gave me. He told me to stop those after the accident.

The ass.

“Almost done?” he asks, peering over my shoulder at the bar graphs I’ve compiled into a PowerPoint.

“No. But I’ll finish it up later.” I save the file and exit, turning to face him. “What’s going on?”

Don’t let your past drive your insecurities. Trent is not Erin. He won’t turn on you. He is not your parents. He’ll be there when you wake tomorrow.

Still, my heart quickens as I wait for him to speak.

“Let’s go out to dinner,” he says.

“Okay.”

I stand from the chair to leave the room. He stops me with both his hands, grabs me on either side, and places a kiss on my lips. I barely kiss him back, my mind still moving at a million miles a minute.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, breaking through my thoughts.

“Nothing.”

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