I had decided against going into Buttons on Hannah’s first day. I didn’t want to give her any reason to run, and my hunch told me she already had plenty of them. So instead, I turned into the guy hanging out in the parking lot to keep an eye on her. Something about this scenario had to change. This wasn’t how I operated, but I didn’t want to scare her. I might only have one shot to prove to her that I could be trusted, and I didn’t want to blow it. So, here I sat in the parking lot in the middle of the night to make sure she was all right. How was that not creepy, again? I changed the satellite radio away from rock to classical. I needed something calming.It was a few minutes past closing, and I expected to see her walk out any second. I knew she didn’t have her truck any longer and planned on walking home, which did nothing to calm my fears about how this girl operated. She was on the run, yet she was still too trusting when it came to strangers. I think she actually thought if someone tried to attack her in public, a stranger would step in.
