Page 23 of No Need to Run

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“It’s a safe, practical car,” I say, my smile reassuring.

Sums him up perfectly.

Reliable.

Underappreciated.

Very Drew.

He drags his toe across the pavement again, eyes downcast.

“Drew.” I step closer, my hand wrapping around his arm. He’s lean muscle, not bulky like Ivy’s husband. “It’s just a car,” I say, smiling up at him.

My palms tingle from touching him.

He’s warm. Solid. Genuine.

I’ve always preferred lean guys. And smart ones. They have more substance than guys who think muscles are a personality

And usually?

Bigger dicks.

Never underestimate a skinny guy.

He may be packing.

I suspect Drew is.

My research is incomplete.

Not because I haven’t tried.

I would've confirmed it a month ago, but a raccoon came out of nowhere, hissing at me from beneath his deck.

I chose life.

The mission was aborted.

“Most women run the second I say I drive a Volvo.”

“I’m not most women.”

Not even close.

“I have no intention of running.”

Unless it’s to chase you.

He blows out a breath. “I don’t even know why I said that. It’s not like we run in the same circles.”

“We did tonight.” I’m still holding onto his arm. He hasn’t pushed me away. That’s a good sign.

“True.”

“Hollow Creek is a small town.”

He nods. “Also true.”

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