"Yes, just lower the window. I need to talk to him," Raegan confirmed.

Once the window was down, Mitchel outside wasted no time. "I was in Ashfield last night."

Mitchel's voice got rough. "I got it wrong."

Although they cleared the misunderstanding, Raegan felt slighted.

This made her realize there were too many issues between them. The lack of trust was disheartening. Trying anything without sorting this mess would be reckless.

"Hmm, gotcha," Raegan said.

Mitchel hesitated, murmuring an apology, "I'm sorry..."

She replied calmly, “Okay, I accept it. Can I go now?"

Mitchel stood there, his tall figure immobile. With the misunderstanding cleared, he didn't want to let her leave. He asserted, "Come with me."

Raegan found his words bold. "Mr. Dixon, there are women waiting for your attention. Don't joke around with me."

"What women?" Mitchel asked.

“Drop the act. The woman in the chamber was eagerly vying for your attention. Please don't waste your time on me," she shot back.

A smile crossed Mitchel's face.

Raegan felt something wasn't right. Was she sounding jealous?

Mitchel felt considerably relieved, explaining, "I don't mess around with other women. I'm not that kind of guy."

Raegan turned her gaze away, expressing indifference, “Your actions are none of my concern.”

“Why wouldn't it matter to you?" Lowering his voice, aware of the taxi driver nearby, Mitchel insisted, “You're the only one for me.

There's nobody else."

Raegan, initially angry, now felt her cheeks grow warm. She dismissed his words, "Stop talking nonsense."

Mitchel looked somewhat hurt, reminding her, “You just said you wanted to give us a try."