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“I’m really sorry for the third-degree tonight, Tonya. I hope you’ll give me a chance to make it up to you. I was just worried about you when I couldn’t find anything on Ashure,” Dan said.
Tonya unlocked the front door of the cottage and turned to face Dan. Third-degree was a mild way to describe their date. Dan had been like a Pitbull with a new chew toy. Every time she had tried to turn the conversation to another topic, he had brought it right back to Ashure again.
“I appreciate your concern, Dan, but I assure you, I can take care of myself, and Ashure would never harm me. Thank you again for a lovely dinner,” she said, trying to end their evening cordially.
Dan took a step closer to her. He turned his hat in his hands and returned her gaze. She really hoped that he didn’t expect
