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are you doing?”
    She glared at him. “Calling a cab. I’m tired. I want to go home. And thanks to you, I have no way to get there.”
    “What about finding your keys? Maybe they fell into the bushes.” He gestured to the thick junipers next to the walkway.
    “Unless you have a flashlight, don’t bother. I’ll get them in the morning when I can be sure I’m not sticking my hand into a hobo spider’s hideaway.” Although the idea of him putting his hand within reach of a nasty spider with a poisonous bite maybe wasn’t a bad idea . . .
    He took a step toward her. “Let me drive you home.”
    She glanced up at him before continuing her search for a cab company. “No.”
    “It’s the least I can do. I’m trying to do the right thing here. You could at least acknowledge that.”
    “No, thank you .”
    He moved closer and peered at her phone. “You can’t take a cab. That’ll take forever, and you’ll spend at least seventy-five bucks. Please let me drive you home?”
    As much as she wanted to refuse him, she recognized that waiting for a cab all the way out here would probably take an hour, and it would cost a fortune.
    “Fine—since it’s your fault I’m even in this mess.”
    “So it is.” He turned toward the parking lot and gestured toward a black SUV, one of only a handful of cars remaining at this hour. “Honda Pilot, over there at two o’clock.”
    She stepped off the curb, and he walked beside her.
    “Now that I have your attention, why don’t you help me figure out where Alex got his drugs?”
    She glanced at him, the parking lot lights illuminating the rugged planes of his face in profile. “I already told you, several times , that I don’t know anything that would help you.”
    “Who did he talk about besides the family? Any friends or people he saw?”
    “That’s all confidential information.”
    They’d arrived at his car, and he remotely unlocked the doors. “You mean to tell me that you really don’t care to bring the person who sold him these drugs to justice?”
    “Of course I care.” The desire to help him, to do something positive, was overwhelming, but Amy’s words of caution sounded in her head.
    Kyle opened her door for her, and she stared at him blankly for a moment. “Who opens car doors anymore?”
    “My mother insisted that my brothers and I behave like gentlemen.”
    She scowled at him. “I guess you forgot about that when you jumped out at me from the shadows.”
    He rolled his eyes. “I already apologized. I should’ve realized from the other day that you’re oversensitive.”
    Overemotional is what her mother would say, but that was beside the point—which was that he’d really scared her. Continuing to harass him about it covered up just how much. Ignoring his comment, she climbed into the car. He shut the door and circled around to the driver’s side.
    He slid into the seat and started the engine, then turned to look at her. “Where to?”
    His face was shadowed, but the light closest to the car filtered through the windshield and made his eyes glimmer like the ocean in Hawaii. She’d gone for a college graduation trip and now felt the heat of the sun—or maybe it was his presence. Despite the fact that he was Alex’s brother, probably hated her guts, and had just scared the daylights out of her, she found him incredibly attractive.
    “Dr. Trent?”
    “Call me Maggie.” Damn, why had she said that? Because she’d been distracted by his hotness. Pull yourself together, Maggie! “I live over on Adams. Do you know where that is?”
    “Sure. I’ll just shoot up Third Street.”
    He knew his way around Newberg, which wasn’t surprising. If you lived in one of the small towns dotting the northern valley, you could likely navigate them all.
    He backed out of the spot and drove through the parking lot to the highway. “Is there anything from your sessions with Alex that you’d consider sharing? I don’t need to know what he said about me or