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I looked up and his eyes were different, a wall had come down.

I didn’t like seeing that. “I think—I think we should go slow.”

“Slow?”

I nodded. “Yeah. Slow.”

“What are we talking about? Am I allowed to drive you home, or you still don’t want me to know where you live? That kind of slow?”

The wall had come down completely over him, including his tone. “No. I mean, yes, I want you to drive me home. I’m talking about how you seem to know me already. That’s—for someone like me, with my background, that’s a lot. That’s all I’m saying.”

He studied me as I spoke, and some of the tension that’d filled the truck eased. “I can see that.”

“Yeah?”

His eyes warmed again. “Yeah. How about I give you a ride home, and we do a call tomorrow?”

I felt warm all over again. “I’d really like that.”

He grinned at me, holding my gaze for another few seconds before he put the truck back in drive and pulled away from the curb. “I’m quite content to keep driving around this neighborhood, but eventually you’ll need to let me know how to drive you home.”

A slight laugh escaped me, and I relaxed into my seat. I liked riding around with him. “How about when I’m ready to go home, I’ll give you my address?”

He flashed me another grin, which sent my pulse speeding. “One might argue that’s not environmentally friendly.”

“One might argue that we make an exception for tonight.”

“I’m okay with that.”

“I’m okay with that too.”

We were in agreement, and I relaxed even more knowing the boundaries, knowing he would respect them. I felt safe. I didn’t know this man, but some part of me said I already did, and that maybe I was the safest I’d ever been when I was with him.

That meant everything.

He took me into a gated community, one where he said a buddy lived, so he had the code to get in. It was October so the lawns were decorated for the upcoming holiday. Almost every house was decked out.

Ghouls. Ghosts. Goblins.

Grim reapers.

One house had a fake guillotine. I hoped it was fake.

Orange lights. Black lights.

Vampires.

Werewolves.

There were light shows against the side of some of the houses, with bats flying and witches.

It was amazing.

I had fun looking around, and after we were done, Brett drove along the river.

I shook my head. “I’ve lived here a good portion of my life and had no idea about these places.”

“Maybe a benefit of being new. I asked around for local sights to see. These were some of their recommendations.”

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