Taking a deep breath, Mia Grant let her shoulders slump. "Alright, whatever. I really do have to thank you this time."
"Thank me?" Yates Donovan raised an eyebrow, surprised she would thank him.
In his experience, his little fiancée had always been lukewarm toward him, maybe even disliked him a little.
Around others, she was like a delicate little white flower, carefully tended to in a greenhouse.
She would cry, laugh, and act cute.
But with him, she never showed him a pleasant expression.
She forced a smile and slapped his hand away. "Thanks for not killing me in that crash just now!"
Mia Grant finally understood.
Asking Yates Donovan for help would, more likely than not, just make things worse.
When he saved someone, it usually came with some added danger, because his methods for solving problems were exceptionally extreme.
For example, there were many ways he could have stalled Silas Grant. But he just had to go and get her parents involved, which made her worry, too.
