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      Tripp leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. He prided himself on being a man of few words, but the woman was a burr under his saddle and for the first time in a long time, he couldn’t keep his mouth shut.

      “I keep asking myself what was so important that you had to risk yourself and your daughter in a storm yesterday and how a smart woman like yourself ran out of gas.”

      “I bought the car in Denver. Turns out the gas gauge sticks at times. Usually at the wrong times. Like Friday.”

      He gave a slow, considering nod.

      “As for the other...do you have family?” She didn’t wait for a response but plowed right ahead. “I found out forty-eight hours ago that I might. That was enough to put me on I-70 at noon on a Thursday headed to Oklahoma. Believe it or not, and I imagine you will choose not to, I was unaware that I was in the path of a tornado.”

      Tripp didn’t know what to say to the outburst. But it didn’t matter because Hannah Vincent wasn’t done yet.

      “It’s clear you’re determined to think the worst of me, Mr. Walker. It’s a good thing I don’t answer to you.”

      “You will,” he murmured. “Come Monday.”

      When her face paled, remorse poked him in the chest. Now he’d gone and done it. Acted like a mule.

      Why was this particular woman so good at pushing buttons he didn’t even know he still had available to push? He stood and cleared his throat. “Excuse me. I’ve got work to do.” Tripp felt her gaze staring him down as he left the office, but he had to get out of there before he shoved both of his boots in his mouth and discovered a perfect fit.