Chapter 9

• “She'll be fine.” the reassurance came from the woman who hopped down to wrap her arms around him, speaking against his back. Logically, he knew she was right. It was just the 'Stewart' variable to the equation that had him unable to stop it from ruminating in his head.
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• She was met in the below street garage by Clyde who was dressed unusually casually considering she'd only ever seen him in a suit and well... nothing. Admittedly, more than a little distracting. She must not have hidden her look of confusion very well because he chuckled as he leaned on the room, essentially blocking the open door - Ella guessed intentionally since he didn't seem to mind how she had to move against him just to get out of the damn seat. “Good manners figured would come help with your things,” he explained, following close as she moved to the boot.