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He was dangerous.

“It was someone I have a complicated history with. I hadn’t spoken to them in years.”

Mason continued to rub my arm, his thumb pressing into my flesh, grounding me.

Reel him in; make him trust you.

Remember why you’re here.

Trust.

Trust.

Trust.

“Was this someone a former lover?” Mason asked. A hint of something in his voice. Jealousy? I wanted to grin like an idiot.

He didn’t like the thought of my being with someone else.

He fancied mehis.

I shrugged. “They wanted to be.” I couldn’t give him any more. I had revealed too much already.

We were almost there….

Remember why you’re here.

Ticktock. Ticktock.

I could hear the invisible clock ticking away.

“They’re not important. Not now. I’m here. With you. I don’t want to think about phone calls and warnings—”

“Warnings? What warnings?” Mason pounced, his eyes wide.

Damn it! Get it together, Hannah!

“No, that’s not what I meant. I’m just frazzled. Forget it.” I went up on my tiptoes and kissed him, willing him to forget.

Mason cupped my face between his hands, peering intently into my eyes. “If someone is threatening you, Hannah, you need to let me know. I can help you. If it’s a stalker who can’t take no for an answer, tell me. Those types of situations can escalate quickly.”

I bit down on my bottom lip and silently cursed my stupidity.

“There’s no one threatening me. No psycho you need to worry about. You don’t need to go badass agent, I promise.” I tried to kiss him again. He didn’t respond. His eyes were still troubled.

“You can tell me if there’s something going on. I won’t judge you. I will only try and help if I can. I’m amazingly resourceful.”

I squeezed his hands, pulling them away from my cheeks, holding them, lacing fingers. “I’m fine, Mason. You don’t need to ride to my rescue.”

His lips curved upward into a beautiful smile. He was hard to look at sometimes. Particularly when I was lying.

The guilt bubbled again. Making me all too aware of its presence.

Why does he have to be so wonderful? Damn him.

Mason squeezed my hands. “I’m good at the rescuing thing. It’s sort of my job.”

We laughed together.