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“I think we’re both at a crossroad.” And his seemed to be leading straight to Brenna.

She leaned against a thick column. “Yes, I guess so. We’ll see what happens, which way we both go.”

A thick silence hung between them like a low, moss-draped cypress branch hanging over dark water.

“I enjoyed supper,” Nick said, using the term her father had used. “I hope I can repay the favor one day.”

“I enjoyed riding in that souped-up car,” she replied. “Now go. I can tell you’re eager to get to work.”

“You know me already.” Nick took her hand, held it there between them. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Yes. Bright and early.” She pulled away.

He wanted to bring her back. But then, she might get the impression that he wanted more.

And Nick wasn’t sure he could give her more.

So he got in his car and cranked the engine.

When he turned to wave, she had already gone in the house.