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she went for the safety of humor. She tilted her head and batted
     her eyelashes in her best southern belle impression. “Oh, Mr. Austin, you say the
     sweetest things. You should write poetry.”
    He chuckled and handed her the paper, his hand lingering against her fingers for a
     few extra seconds. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Ms. LeBreck. Try to stay out of trouble
     until then.”
    “Will do my best.” The loss of the skin-to-skin contact left her feeling even more
     alone than she had a minute before. She looked down, unfolding the paper in her hand
     to have something to do besides grabbing the lapels of his jacket and taking the kiss
     for herself. “Thanks again for everything today. I’m really sorry you had to get inv—”
    Her words stuck in her throat like a wad of taffy as she stared down at the drawing
     on the page—a very familiar, distinctive
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    “Kelsey?” Wyatt’s voice filled with concern. When she didn’t respond, he came toward
     her. “What’s wrong? You’ve gone white.”
    She closed her eyes, a wave of nausea and raging anger rolling through her. A firm
     hand grabbed her elbow, steadying her. She took in a deep breath through her nose,
     trying to keep the temptation to lose her shit at bay. She’d been here before. She
     could handle it.
    Of course, before she could’ve taken a shot of whiskey and smoked a cigarette. But
     neither of those options were available anymore. This time she was on her own in every
     way.
    “He came here first,” she said, her voice sounding flat.
    Wyatt took the paper from her fingertips. “Who? Miller?”
    She nodded, trying to regain her internal composure so that Wyatt didn’t notice how
     she was running around and screaming on the inside. “I need to get out of here.”
    “Wait, what?” Wyatt asked as she pulled away from him.
    “Miller’s part of a much bigger operation—the D-Town Players.” She headed toward the
     closet on the far side of the living room and yanked it open, a plan trying to form
     in her swirling brain. How long had they been standing here talking? What if someone
     was already heading this way? Where the fuck was her suitcase? “That note is letting
     me know they know where I live.”
    “Fuck, Kelsey,” Wyatt said, lines deepening around his mouth. “How involved is this?
     Is it some sort of street gang?”
    She shook her head, squatting down to move a few boxes at the bottom of the closet.
     “They’re much more organized than that. I don’t exactly know how big it is. I was
     never privy to that.” She dragged her overnight bag out of the back corner and turned
     around. “I just . . . dated some prick who was a drug runner for them back when I
     was too stupid to know better.”
    She watched the distaste cross Wyatt’s face, and her heart died a little. One of the
     things she loved most about her brief times with Wyatt was how he looked at her like
     she really was the sweet, innocent thing he believed her to be. Like she was something
     precious and fragile. Unlike everyone else she knew, he hadn’t looked at her through
     the filter of her past and all the mistakes she’d made when she was using. Or through
     the even darker glass of being a victim. Only a handful of people knew what she’d
     endured at the hands of her mother’s murderer last year. But once someone knew, that
     was all the person saw—assault victim. Now streaks of that ugliness were tainting
     the bright little bubble of space between her and Wyatt.
    “Where are you going to go?” he asked, shutting the front door behind him and bolting
     it. “My company has corporate apartments we rent. You can stay in one of those if
     you need a place.”
    She shook her head. The last thing she wanted was some handout. “Thanks, I appreciate
     it, but I can stay at my sister and her fiancé’s place.”
    That was a lie. She wasn’t going to put Brynn and Reid at risk on her behalf. Not
     again. Reid had taken a bullet the last time