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"Say that again?"

I physically shook off the sadness that tried to consume me at the thought of leaving. Hendrix was making this harder than it needed to be. If it weren't for him, I would've already been outside the city limits.

"Never mind," I sighed. "Please, Hendrix. I'm begging you. Please just let me leave."

I was starting to hate him for what he was putting me through. If he only knew how hard this was for me, he wouldn't be standing in my way.

Who was I kidding? Yes he would. Hendrix made it his life’s mission to annoy me ever since theincident.

"Or you can let me help you, Margaret."

CHAPTER TWO

Hendrix

Maisie gasped. "How do you know that name?"

I hated seeing the fear in her eyes about as much as I hated watching her hands shake since I showed up. Something had her freaked out. I could see it when she was giving the sheriff her report. It was why I followed a hunch and showed up at her place tonight. Turns out, it was good that I came here. If I hadn't showed up when I did, she would have disappeared without so much as a goodbye.

"Because I'm good at my job. What I don't know is why you changed your name?"

"You expect me to believe you know my real name, but not why I changed it?" Maisie shook her head in disgust. "Don't play dumb with me. It doesn't become you and it just shows how stupid you think I am."

She tried to push past me but I stopped her with a hand to her elbow. "I'm serious. When I couldn't find anything about you from before you came to Willow Creek, I got curious. I broke intothis place and searched. I found your old license but I didn't look you up. I wanted the truth to come from your mouth."

Maisie shook me off and the fire in her eyes that I was used to seeing was back. It was much better than the fear that was there just moments earlier.

"This isn't the first time you've broken into my place?!" she screeched, causing a sharp pain in my head from the high pitch.

I brought my finger up to my ear, rubbing out the pain and shaking my head as I answered truthfully, "Technically, no."

The cat was already out of the bag, as the saying went, so there was no point in lying. Plus, I wasn't ashamed of my actions. A person had to have feelings for that to happen and everyone knew that wasn't me.

"What the fuck, Hendrix? You can't just go around breaking into people’s places for no reason."

I smirked. "I had a reason. I needed to see what you were hiding and I found it." I shrugged like it was no big deal because, to me, it wasn't. I was known to cross boundary lines on occasion. Probably more than “on occasion” but it was what it was.

"If you say so." She crossed her arms and drew my attention to her perky tits. Ones I happened to know firsthand fit perfectly in my palms.

"I do say so. Now, are you going to tell me?"

I knew before the words left her mouth that this wasn't going to be easy.

"No. Frankly, it's none of your business."

"I mean, technically, it is." I lifted my palms and shrugged my shoulders. "I work with the local law enforcement and I'm duty bound to report a crime. No one changes their name unless they are running from something. And there are only two things people run from. Trouble or the law. Which one are you, Mais?"

That fear was back and I could kick myself for what I said. My first thought, when I saw the other name, was she was running from a man. It made me want to protect her. Now I wondered how right I was about her possibly running from the law.

"You expect me to confide in you when you just admitted you would run to the cops and turn me in? Thanks, but no, thanks. I would rather disappear again." Maisie turned on her heel, so I once again went for her elbow.

This time, the look she threw over her shoulder would've killed a lesser man.

"Didn't your mother ever teach you not to put your hands on a woman without their permission?" Her tone was icy as she ripped her elbow away from my grasp.

"Considering I didn't have a mother in my life, I'm going to have to say no. No, she didn't."

The pity in Maisie's eyes pissed me off. I didn't want her pity nor did I need it. It was hard to miss or care about something that was never in my life to begin with.

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