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“My car’s this way. Did you get a bus here?” Ronan asks, leading the way—he seems to like being in charge. “Where do you volunteer?” “I rode my bicycle, but I’ll pick that up later. I work at a domestic abuse shelter and an animal rescue.” Dustin likes his jobs, even though he doesn’t get paid. He likes helping people and animals. “Not a lot of men work in domestic abuse shelters. Aren’t the women afraid of you?” Ronan frowns. “It’s a mixed shelter, for all genders and children. I haven’t had anyone be more afraid of me than anyone else there. The kids like my hair.” Dustin shrugs—he doesn’t like to brag, but he’s good with people, especially people society would class as damaged. Dustin might not have been through what they have, but he can understand it, because he’s felt it. His vis