“Close enough,” she repeated in a murmur with a small smile of her own. His profession, or pastime, at the very least, kindled her curiosity. To find him handing out canapés one night and tinkering with her engine the next rang with something more than coincidence. She narrowed her eyes as he shone the flashlight about the engine. Hanna knew when the universe was trying to tell her something, but if only she could figure out what it was trying to say.
To his question, she uncrossed her arms and gestured an unconcerned hand towards the driver’s side of the SUV. “Do what you must.” She ambled a few steps behind him, watchful of his method, and careful not to crowd him. He’d find the keys in the ignition.
To his question, she uncrossed her arms and gestured an unconcerned hand towards the driver’s side of the SUV. “Do what you must.” She ambled a few steps behind him, watchful of his method, and careful not to crowd him. He’d find the keys in the ignition.