She didn’t realize how near she was to the truth, but her comments still hurt. I gave a headshake. “Perhaps not,” I muttered.
“But where are you going tonight?” After a lengthy period of hesitation, she looked aside and then back at me. “No.”
The one phrase weighed more than I had anticipated as it hovered between us. I blurted, “I have a garage—more like a guest house,” without giving it any thought.
If you would like, you are welcome to spend the night there. She gave me a startled expression. “I refuse to accept charity.”
“It’s not charity,” I blurted out. It’s only a location to spend the night. There are no conditions. She was uncertain, but then she nodded. “All right. For one night only. By the way, my name is Lexi.
It was a peaceful trip back to my estate. I couldn’t help but worry what I was getting myself into as Lexi sat with her arms wrapped about herself and gazed out the window.
