James' gaze dropped to the deliberately placed suitcase before him, and he could almost hear her unspoken request. A soft chuckle escaped his lips, "So, where do you need me to drop you off?"
Mirabella's delicate brows arched playfully as she snapped her fingers with a swagger that carried a hint of roguish charm. "The train station."
The small town might not have been much to look at, but it was decently located with its quaint little train station. However, the biological parents of the body she now inhabited lived in Ashford, and there was no direct train. A transfer would be necessary.
At her words, James gave her a quizzical look. "That's it?"
"That's the favor," Mirabella confirmed with a nod. Noticing the complexity in his expression, she pondered for a moment before adding, "But if you feel like driving me to the train station is too easy a way for you to repay your debt, I'm cool with you dropping me off at the city airport instead. After all, we're practically neighbors, and it's not likely we'll cross paths again."
The train station was a mere twenty-minute drive, whereas the city airport was a good three to four hours away.
Beneath the brim of his baseball cap, James' expression grew even more intricate, and a rare crack appeared on his usually composed face. He contemplated whether to share a bit of his background with this naïve girl, lest she remain oblivious to the golden opportunity she was about to miss.
***
Four hours later, at the city airport.
Mirabella stepped out of the car and retrieved her luggage from the trunk. After a moment's thought, she approached the driver's side and tapped on the window.
The glass slid down smoothly as James looked over at Mirabella, one eyebrow raised in quiet inquiry.
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