pulled into a clear space at the drop-off zone and switched off the engine. Before he had a chance to walk round and assist her, Lauren had unlatched her seat belt and jumped out.
He wiped his hand across his jaw, fighting the urge to reassure her, feeling he’d left so much unsaid today. He’d make time when she came back. She was coming back, and that pleased him.
She let him lift her luggage from the boot, and seemed reluctant to say goodbye.
‘Thank you for the lift, Mr Dalton. I’ll see you on Tuesday.’
‘My pleasure. Enjoy your long weekend.’
I don’t understand why, but I’ll miss you.
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