I had been all set to drop the girl outside her door and head to Mason’s for a drink. I needed to clear my mind. Her comments about my injury had gotten inside my head, and it was the last thing that I needed. She was the last thing that I needed, the interfering woman with no reason to be trying to help. My life was none of her business. She did not even like hockey. How could she know how this felt?
But, the moment I had seen the panic spread across her face, I knew something was wrong. I did not know which house on the street we had turned onto was her home, but I only had to follow her gaze, and see the fear within her eyes to tell me something was not right. When she begged me to drive away, I would have been an ass to have done anything different. The girl looked scared, and she
