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Chapter 2: Tavish HartiganHow was it possible that I had rear-ended a Mercedes driver twice, and he was comforting me? He had wrapped me up in his coat and strong embrace, offering me warmth and sanctuary as I embarrassed myself by sobbing like a scared little kid. I shamelessly clung to him as I cried, never wanting to let go of the man who dwarfed me with his larger frame. For some strange reason, I felt safe in his arms as he murmured words of reassurance to me that I soaked up.

When my tears had quieted to sniffles, he guided me to gaze up at him without letting me go. “I’m Leith Dennison. What’s your name?”

“Tavish Hartigan.” I sniffled as I gazed up at him with wide eyes. He looked like a dashing Prince Charming in the snow with his dazzling smile, brown hair, and green eyes. “Why aren’t you mad at me?”

His smile was so gentle and reassuring that it eased some of my panic. “Like I said, the roads are shit right now. Accidents happen. It’s just a car.” He stroked my hair like I was a beloved pet. “I know a guy who can fix it for cheap, and if it needs replaced, my brother will give me a steep discount since he owns a Mercedes dealership. Insurance will cover the cost either way, so it’s not worth being upset about.”

“You’re not rich?” I regretted the question as soon as it was out of my mouth, but the sound of his laughter filled my soul with warmth.

“Not even a little.” He continued chuckling. “I’m a self-employed book cover designer who drives for Ryde part-time. If my brother owned a Honda dealership, I’d be driving one of those instead of a Mercedes.”

Hearing that driving was part of his job made me feel awful. “But you won’t be able to work until your car is fixed because of me!”

“It’s not that big of a deal. Working as a Ryde driver isn’t my primary source of income. It’s more the thing I do to pick up some extra spending money and get out of the house to enjoy human interaction whenever I’m bored. A few days off while they repair the car won’t impact my ability to pay my bills. With the roads being so bad, I wouldn’t be working as a driver, anyway.”

I sagged with relief. “Then I guess it’ll just be my parents who want to kill me for wrecking the car.”

“Trust me. The only thing your parents will care about is that the car did its job of keeping you safe. As long as you’re okay, they won’t care if it’s totaled. Vehicles can be replaced. You can’t.”

Now that I had calmed down, I saw the wisdom in his words. I had a close relationship with my folks, so he was right about them being more worried about my safety than the car. Without thinking, I buried my face against his chest as I hugged him tighter. His sandalwood cologne was masculine, comforting, and arousing, all at the same time. I wanted to wrap myself up in him like a blanket and never let go. “Thank you. I’m sorry for freaking out.”

“Don’t worry about it. You’re fine.” He held me closer as he rested his chin on top of my head. I had never been happier to be so short. It was wrong of me to soak up his kindness and comfort after I had rear-ended him twice. However, months of being single after getting out of a toxic relationship left me greedy. It was a nice preview of what having a strong, older boyfriend would be like. And I loved it.

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