"I'm fine," she said, which was not true.
"You're standing in traffic in the rain." He opened the door. "Get in."She should not have. Every instinct she had developed in two decades of learning which doors to walk through and which to walk away from told her this was a mistake. But the rain was cold and her shoes had a hole in the left sole and she was tired of being fine.She got in.The interior smelled of leather and something...
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