Brad turns into his driveway, still managing to hold my hand as he shifts into park. It's become something he does and I didn't realize until now how much I liked it. I'm not sure I've ever felt this protected or safe around anyone. I'm also not sure I know what to make of it. How, after all we've been through, can he still want to be anywhere near me? I have nothing to offer him but complete and utter chaos. By now, he has to know that. And in a matter of seconds, I'm going to meet ...