Lara blinked.
“Wait… what?”
“You heard me.”
She frowned. “Why would you do that?”
Reagan arched a brow. “Would you rather go home alone?”
Lara opened her mouth, then closed it.
He had a point. She didn’t exactly feel safe getting into a car by herself in this state.
Still, she couldn’t wrap her head around it.
They had just met. He didn’t seem like the type of man to concern himself with someone else’s problems, let alone a woman he barely knew. He had an air of authority, of control—someone who kept his distance, who didn’t offer help unless absolutely necessary.
And yet… here he was.
“I can’t bother you,” she said slowly.
Reagan exhaled, looking unimpressed. “Just take the offer while I’m being nice.”
She crossed her arms. “You don’t have to be nice. I can take care of myself
