Chapter 251: Hannah

Hannah trailed Elijah slightly as they walked into his house, making it easy for her to catch the slight tightening of his shoulders as they went through the beat-up front door. He looked more nervous than a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs, and as she looked around his well-worn home, she was pretty sure she knew why.

He'd cleaned out his truck, knowing she'd be riding in it, but he hadn't planned on taking her back to his house. He probably didn't think it was clean enough for her or something.

She put her hand on his arm – a move that took way too much courage but she forced herself to do it anyway – and said, "It looks fine, really. You weren't expecting me to see it, so of course it didn't get the spit'n shine treatment that the truck did."