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Maci
“Why don’t you go bring a couple of coffees to the boys in the back?” Kaylie asks me.
However, she’s really not asking me to do it. It was more of a strong suggestion. I’m not stupid.
The thought of seeing Hawk back there has my heart racing. I have no idea what the hell that was back there, but it was something. It had to have been something and I’m not imagining it. I know I’m not imagining it.
My mind spins. He’s convinced I have been sent to be here. Like a mole? People do that? After everything that has happened today and last night, my mind hurts. I can’t handle it.
I wonder how Riley is feeling about everything. That should be my main concern instead of wondering if Hawk thinks I’m pretty or whatever.
Jesus. How did this all get so complicated? Everything in this dinky town is supposed to be easy. All I’m supposed to worry about is keeping my head down and making sure my daughter is safe. That’s it.
Now the fact that Hawk is convinced I’m a rat has me all messed up. I don’t understand why it matters so much to me, but it does.
I smile at Kaylie and grab two mugs off the tray in front of the coffee maker.
“Capone likes a shit ton of sugar with his coffee,” she informs me.
I load up my little apron with a couple of creamers and about a pound of sugar packets.
Without saying anything more, I walk towards the back of the diner and I try my best to block out all of the whispers I hear. I know the other five waitresses can see I’ve been flighty today. Or maybe they just automatically think I’m a damn ditz.
My heart is hammering in my chest while I knock on the office door gently. I don’t want to be too loud but I also want to get this over with.
I peek my head through to see Hawk and Capone leaning over the desk with the cameras pulled up on the monitor. The sheer thought of them having cameras wondering if they also have audio. If someone is already searching for me here, I don’t want them knowing about it.
“Kaylie said you guys might like a cup of coffee,” I murmur gently.
I feel Hawk’s eyes on me and the intensity behind his stare has me shaking while handing the cup to Capone. Capone’s smile on his face only proves he knows how nervous I am. Shit.
I focus on Capone’s face rather than focus on Hawk’s.
Hawk’s weighty stare only heightens my nerves. He knows I’m avoiding him.
He has to.
“Thank you, Maci,” Capone’s cheerful voice sings out and he takes the cup from me.
When Hawk’s fingers brush against mine, electricity flows through my fingertips. What the fuck? I jerk my hand away from him.
Is this what it feels like to go through a mental break down? It has to feel something like this.
My mind is yelling at me to leave and quit this place. Things with Hawk are way too intense and awkward for just meeting him. My lady parts and a little piece of stupid heart are begging me to let him in.
Hawk’s timbre of a voice shake me from my internal fight. “Thank you, Maci. That was nice of you to bring us coffee.”
“Uh, yeah. Like I said, Kaylie told me to get it for you.”
Both boys laugh at me. Great, not only am I embarrassed beyond belief, I’m also see through.
Jesus, I’m an attorney for fuck sake! I’m allowing my poker face to slip and it’s making even more pissed than anything else.
“Why don’t you sit and chat for a while?”
“What?” I blurt. I didn’t realize I completely zoned out until Capone’s voice seeps through my ears.
