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Well, shit.
Busted.
“Michael?”
Tension roils through me at the darkness in his eyes. I don’t know that I’ve ever seen Michael angry before.
At least not with me.
“Hannah Marie,” he murmurs, shaking his head. “What the hell are you doing here?”
“Well . . . it’s a long story . . .” I pause. “Wait, what are you doing here?”
“The charity coordinator called to ask me if you were still coming. Apparently, you never showed.”
Backstabbing asshole.
“Well, I had other business to attend to,” I say, attempting to act as detached as possible and wrap my arms over my chest.
He sighs in defeat, his head hanging low.
“Come here.”
Letting out a deep breath, I concede, allowing him to wrap me in a hug.
“I was worried about you,” he murmurs quietly and something in my chest pangs with guilt.
Of course, he was. You know who he’s not worried about, though? My sister.
I step back, forcing some space between us because I still remember what we spoke about before I “left for the mission”. Thatit’s time to seriously consider getting marriedtalk that always comes when one friend catches feelings and the other doesn’t.
And that’s what I get for drinking a little too much wine on a lonely Friday night three years ago.
“What the fuck happened to your neck?” Michael snaps, eyes glaring at the angry bruises on my skin.
“It’s nothing,” I reply, but he cuts me off, taking my chin and lifting my head. While he’s a little too rough and it hurts, I don’t move because I don’t want to give in to the fact that it’s still painful.
“Who the fuck did that? Carpenter?”
“No!” I snap, appalled that he would even suggest such a thing. “Mason actually stopped the guy from killing me, so be respectful. Especially in his shop.”
“Yeah, and you’re sure he didn’t set it up in the first place? Send you running back to him?”
“You’re being gross,” I grimace, disgust pooling through me as visions of the man’s face, beaten to nearly unrecognizable pieces, flash through my mind. “It was some psycho who was looking for Missy. He broke into my house in the middle of the night. I called Mason and he saved me.”
He shakes his head, his jaw feathering as he looks around the lobby. “Yeah, always there to save the day.” He steps away from me, his shoulders tight and his three-piece suit extremely out of place in the office of a mechanic. I’m not even sure Michael’s ever stepped foot in a garage. “And he’s got you working here.”
“I like it,” I shrug.
“It’s too hot in here.”
I roll my eyes.
“I’m not an infant, Mike. It’s fun. The guys are all nice and it’s not bad work. Mason pays me well.”
“And when he’s done with you?”
I glare at him. “Is this why you came here? To make me feel like shit?”
