Bonnie’s family home wasn’t far from Fairview Estates. She woke up early, had breakfast, and was out the door just after eight.
She made it to the entrance of her building, about to call for a ride, when she heard her name. Turning around, Bonnie saw Aiken and paused in surprise.
He wasn’t in uniform today. Instead, he wore a light gray, casual outfit, standing by a Land Rover. The second he spotted her, he walked over with long strides and took the bags out of her hands, flashing a warm, easy smile. “Come on, hop in. I’ll give you a lift.”
It took Bonnie a second to process what was happening. “Oh, you don’t need to,” she said quickly. “Aren’t you working today? I can just get a cab.” Holidays were always when cops were the busiest.
“I’m on the night shift,” Aiken said. “Heading home for the holiday myself. You live in the staff apartments at The Cabinda School, right? My place is pretty close to there. It’s right on my route.”
Bonnie remembered he’d seen her ID, so she just nodded and followed him. “Thanks… that’s really helpful.”
Aiken held her things easily with one hand and opened the passenger door for her. He put everything in the trunk, then walked around and got in on the driver’s side.
Bonnie was distracted by the ornament hanging from the rearview mirror, a little pink angel with a cute pout. On the dashboard, there was a row of little figurines, each dressed in tiny, traditional outfits.
Aiken buckled his seatbelt, reached up, and flicked the pink angel so it swayed back and forth. He grinned. “My niece put that there. At one point, the whole car was covered with her stickers. It took ages to get most of them off, but I kept these because, honestly, they’re kind of cute.”
Bonnie laughed. “They really are cute.”
“Yeah,” Aiken joked, “they’re cute, but I think they’ve ruined my love life. Everyone sees them and assumes I’ve got a kid. No wonder I’m still single.”
Bonnie wasn’t great at small talk, so she just gave him a quiet smile. Aiken didn’t seem to mind. He started up the navigation and handed her his phone so she could type in her address.
They rolled out into traffic. Just like Aiken said, Cabinda was a mess—bumper to bumper from morning till night during the holidays. People were heading home, visiting relatives, or piling out of town for a break.


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