“I’d like my coffee black, please.” She turned away. Her own ex-husband thought she was capable of murder. Officially, her ex-husband could shove it.
She knotted her fists and rolled them into her lower back as she walked down the hall. Maybe she had a muscle relaxant in her purse. She dipped her gaze and started rummaging. She tried to keep the last door on the left in her peripheral vision and walk at the same time.
Crud, she must have left them in her car. She stretched her back and then carefully placed her purse on her shoulder. Her muscles would have to wait. She stopped briefly at the edge of the door that had Blaine’s name on it, before rounding the corner.
“Kaylee, I’m so sorry.” A male voice echoed in her ears.
“Hadley? What are you doing here?” Hadley Danks, her father’s lawyer, stood in the middle of the white office with his arms stretched wide. She hesitated for a moment. Ever since she’d left Thief Lake, she’d been alone. No one to protect her. No one she could trust. Besides, the last time she’d seen Hadley was the day she found out her father wasn’t her father after all.
“How did you know I was here?” The need to feel as though someone out there gave a damn overtook her desire to protect all the walls she had created. She walked into his arms and rested her head on his strong shoulder. Regardless, Hadley had been a source of comfort during her teen years.
“I got a call from Chief Whitcomb saying you might need me.”
“Shit,” she cursed, stepping back. The whole freaking town was going to think she killed her own father. Not that anyone thought fondly of her anyway. “I found Daddy dead, I didn’t kill him.” Looking around the office, she realized how bad things were. Under the circumstances, if she were Blaine, she’d think the same thing.
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