Veronica POV
Veronica followed behind Brax, towards his car. They were going to her pack now. It still sounded weird. And being around Brax felt comfortable and awkward at the same time. But she was happy he wanted to try. Really happy.
But that didn’t mean she would be letting her guard down anytime soon. He’d hurt her, more than once.
He opened the car door of his truck, stretching out a hand for her to take. Veronica’s cheeks flushed. He was being such a gentleman—something she wasn’t used to.
“Thank you,” she smiled tightly, as he helped her in the car. When she reached for her seatbelt, she was surprised to see Brax already holding it in her hand, before leaning over her and buckling it.
“You do know I’m not a child, right?” it was out of her mouth before she realized. Brax pull
