Markie pulled into her two stall garage, then motioned for Bryce to do the same. He climbed out of his rental, grabbed his crutches, and his bag of clothes and necessities he'd purchased earlier in the day. The somber look on his face had been there all day. But she could hardly fault him for that. He'd lost everything. And now he was forced to stay with her. Judging from the way he had kissed her, she knew it shouldn't be a total hardship for him, but the distraught look on his face sure displayed a different story.
Bryce wobbled on his crutches. Instinctively, she reached toward him to help, and he flinched like he'd touched a hot stove. She reeled her arm back. Though she wanted to help him with the bag he carried, she thought better of it. This independent man wanted no help from any
