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Ridley would have been wary of the car if not for the smartly dressed young man leaning against the side of it. Archer’s hands were pushed casually into the pockets of his pants as he stared down the main street, watching something Ridley couldn’t see. He was ridiculously good-looking in his perfectly tailored suit. If Ridley had been a different type of girl, she might have stood there drooling. But I’m not, she reminded herself. Do not be that kind of girl. So instead she crossed her arms. “Seriously?” she called out. “I told you not to worry about bringing a car here.”
He turned his head toward her, and a wide smile spread across his face. He straightened, removing his hands from his pockets. “It was no problem.”
“I would have been fine on the bus,” she said as she approached the
