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Dean opened his door, got out, stepped to her door, opened it, and automatically offered his arm. She took it without thinking. It was only a little harder to walk in the boots than it had been to walk in high heels all night.  

Once inside the Denny’s, her thoughts darken. It was so loud, with talking and the noise of silverware and plates against each other, they didn’t speak. Instead, Adara clung to Dean’s arm, wide-eyed and nervous. As they waited for a table, she wondered what Dania had done after finding her missing. She wished to know what the security tapes showed. They couldn’t come after Dean if she had walked to him of her own free will, could they? 

But Dean was able to see her shift in mood. He wrapped his arms around her, putting his chin on her head. She melted into him, grateful for the contact. She knew that it would be okay with the two of them together. She could have never left the mansion alone. If she hadn’t met Dean that night, things would be different. If Dean’s theory were true, she would have been well on her way to marrying someone else by now, possibly already engaged.  

Then again, if the Jody theory were correct, Dean would have been arrested, or worse. Dean was a good man. But if he hadn’t noticed the pills and given her the drink, what then? Would Dean have called the police officers, would someone else have called them? Or would he have taken her home, as he did, only this time she would have been asleep and unable to consent.  

Involuntarily, she shuddered at the thought. Dean felt it and pulled away. “Are you okay?” He asked, trying to see into her eyes. She didn’t want to look, afraid he’d guess what she was thinking. “Adara?”

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