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“And the truck,” I add. “He’ll be looking for that too.”

“Yeah.” Torin sets down his mug. “I need to move it.”

I’d managed to forget about the truck for almost ten whole minutes.

“I’ll come with you.”

“No.”

I frown. “Why not?”

“Because you’re hurt.”

“I can walk.”

“I’ve seen you walk.”

“Rude.”

“Accurate.”

I try not to smile.

Torin’s expression softens. “Stay here today, Hannah. Get some rest. I’ll take the plates off the truck and move it somewhere nobody’s going to stumble across it. Then I’ll figure out what it’ll take to get it running again.”

I let out a breath. The idea of letting somebody else deal with it sounds pretty damn good.

Still. “You don’t have to keep fixing my problems.”

“I know.”

I blink.

He says it like that’s all there is to it.

I glance toward the window, then back at Torin.

“What if I need something?”

The question is out before I can stop it.

Torin looks at me, and I brace myself for the smile.

It doesn’t arrive.

“I’ll be back this afternoon.”

“You don’t need to.”

“I know that too.”

I shake my head. “You’re impossible.”

His grin flashes as he stands and reaches for his keys. “Lock the door after me.”

He gets as far as the doorway before looking back.

“I won’t tell anyone you’re here, Hannah. And whatever happens next, you don’t have to handle it by yourself.”