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She flies inside, never having missed a step.

I rush to the car. I search the glove compartment and find a folder from the dealership. Warranty, registration, title...

REGISTERED OWNER: HARLOW ANDERSON

It doesn’t say Easton Holdings.

It’s not a company car.

Killian bought me a car.

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Harlow

I find Killian playing pool in a game room. I hold up the registration.

“You bought me a car.”

He rolls his eyes and lines up his shot. The yellow ball floats into the pocket.

“Killian, I can’t afford the tags for this. Do you know how much insurance will cost for a brand-new luxury car?”

“I’ll pay it,” he mumbles, sounding bored.

I gawk at him as he carries on, hitting one shot after another perfectly.

“You’re pretty good at that,” I say, my mind still spinning.

“Thanks, my best friend and I used to play a lot. Asher.” He winces on the name, just for a second.

I nod and look at the title still pinched between my fingers. “Thank you for the car, Killian.”

He glances up, about to hit the white ball. His face softens, finally seeming like his old self.

“You’re welcome.” He takes the shot and adds casually, “Whatever you need.”

I hold myself, more confused than ever. He isn’t hugging me. Kissing me. He doesn’t get close, either. He definitely doesn’t make moves like he wants to have sex again.

But he bought me a car.

I text Keysha immediately.

Me: Killian bought me a new car.

Keysha: NO.

Me: Serious. That’s a boyfriend move, right?

Keysha: 100%

That’s what I thought.

I stand there, trying to muster the courage to ask him the obvious question.

“Killian, do you want me to be your girlfriend?”

“God, no,” he says harshly. “We hooked up once.”