never just show up at Ryan and Tara’s. I don’t know. Derek’s friends with him, but it was still strange timing.”
“If you wanted to be a detective you should have joined the force like your brothers.”
He shook his head at the argument he’d been having for the last ten years. The argument his youngest brother, Tyler, was currently embroiled in. So far, only two of the five McNally boys joined the force. Mac always planned on a clean sweep. “Hannah thinks it’s a neighbor because you need a code to get into the building.”
“Where you also live, which is why the brother-in-law suspects you.”
“Right, but he got in and he doesn’t live there. Plus, there’s this guy she works with who is an absolute ass.”
“There’s not a lot you can do with just a couple of cards, Mason. If there are any messages on them, have one of your brothers look into it.”
He couldn’t just sit on his hands and wait for something to happen to her. He’d been looking for this woman his entire life. He wasn’t going to let anything get in the way of that. Even her.
Hannah loved her job. From the moment she walked in the door until she turned the key to lock up, she hadn’t obsessed about Mason or Troy or the damn cards. With so much to get done before she spent the next few days leading the motivational seminars, she hadn’t allowed herself a single self-indulgent thought.
She didn’t have time for any now either. She needed to get on the train, get home and get some sleep. She had to unlock the same door in just six hours.
She sighed as she fell in step behind a group of women who also took the train and checked her watch. Seven minutes until the train would arrive, forty-one until she made her station. She should’ve taken Mason up on his offer of a ride home, but she hadn’t wanted to encourage this protective streak he was nurturing. She wasn’t some damsel in distress. She could take care of herself.
She surveyed the parking lot as they made their way across to the park-and-ride terminal. It emptied quickly as her staff made their way home. Getting a new car might save her some time, but taking the train made financial sense. Gas, insurance and paying to park a car downtown was too expensive to be practical. She’d much rather save her money and get some work done on the train anyway.
The click from her heels echoed in her ears as she tightened her coat around her. She looked up, checking to make sure all the parking-lot lights were on. It just seemed so dark. She pulled the strap of her bag higher on her shoulder and quickened her pace to keep step with the group in front of her. Damn those cards—they were making her paranoid.
“Hannah!”
She heard her name and stopped short, watching as the three women in front of her turned first to the voice and then to her. She knew that voice. Their faces watched for her reaction, as they always did.
The store might be closed, but she was still on the clock. She schooled her expression and reached into her coat pocket for her keys, fingering the pepper spray on her key ring. Marty had never tried to hurt her physically before, but he’d also never surprised her in a dark parking lot.
“Go ahead, ladies. I’ll make the train,” she said with a confident smile. She didn’t want them to hear anything he might have to say. She worked hard to keep what little private life she had separate from the gossip mill at work. She’d be fielding enough questions from this little stunt already.
Once the women were out of earshot, she finally turned, noticing Marty leaned against a late model silver Jaguar. “New car?” she asked, trying to sound light and flippant, as if she hadn’t broken out in a cold sweat.
“It’s your fault.” The words slurred and she noticed the bottle in his hand.
Great, he was drunk.
“She left me because of you.” He raised his hand and pointed a finger at her. Or in her direction. He was obviously seeing double.
“Your
“If you wanted to be a detective you should have joined the force like your brothers.”
He shook his head at the argument he’d been having for the last ten years. The argument his youngest brother, Tyler, was currently embroiled in. So far, only two of the five McNally boys joined the force. Mac always planned on a clean sweep. “Hannah thinks it’s a neighbor because you need a code to get into the building.”
“Where you also live, which is why the brother-in-law suspects you.”
“Right, but he got in and he doesn’t live there. Plus, there’s this guy she works with who is an absolute ass.”
“There’s not a lot you can do with just a couple of cards, Mason. If there are any messages on them, have one of your brothers look into it.”
He couldn’t just sit on his hands and wait for something to happen to her. He’d been looking for this woman his entire life. He wasn’t going to let anything get in the way of that. Even her.
Hannah loved her job. From the moment she walked in the door until she turned the key to lock up, she hadn’t obsessed about Mason or Troy or the damn cards. With so much to get done before she spent the next few days leading the motivational seminars, she hadn’t allowed herself a single self-indulgent thought.
She didn’t have time for any now either. She needed to get on the train, get home and get some sleep. She had to unlock the same door in just six hours.
She sighed as she fell in step behind a group of women who also took the train and checked her watch. Seven minutes until the train would arrive, forty-one until she made her station. She should’ve taken Mason up on his offer of a ride home, but she hadn’t wanted to encourage this protective streak he was nurturing. She wasn’t some damsel in distress. She could take care of herself.
She surveyed the parking lot as they made their way across to the park-and-ride terminal. It emptied quickly as her staff made their way home. Getting a new car might save her some time, but taking the train made financial sense. Gas, insurance and paying to park a car downtown was too expensive to be practical. She’d much rather save her money and get some work done on the train anyway.
The click from her heels echoed in her ears as she tightened her coat around her. She looked up, checking to make sure all the parking-lot lights were on. It just seemed so dark. She pulled the strap of her bag higher on her shoulder and quickened her pace to keep step with the group in front of her. Damn those cards—they were making her paranoid.
“Hannah!”
She heard her name and stopped short, watching as the three women in front of her turned first to the voice and then to her. She knew that voice. Their faces watched for her reaction, as they always did.
The store might be closed, but she was still on the clock. She schooled her expression and reached into her coat pocket for her keys, fingering the pepper spray on her key ring. Marty had never tried to hurt her physically before, but he’d also never surprised her in a dark parking lot.
“Go ahead, ladies. I’ll make the train,” she said with a confident smile. She didn’t want them to hear anything he might have to say. She worked hard to keep what little private life she had separate from the gossip mill at work. She’d be fielding enough questions from this little stunt already.
Once the women were out of earshot, she finally turned, noticing Marty leaned against a late model silver Jaguar. “New car?” she asked, trying to sound light and flippant, as if she hadn’t broken out in a cold sweat.
“It’s your fault.” The words slurred and she noticed the bottle in his hand.
Great, he was drunk.
“She left me because of you.” He raised his hand and pointed a finger at her. Or in her direction. He was obviously seeing double.
“Your
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