Maggie shrugged. “As far as I know, he’s still in Oklahoma City. I don’t know for sure, though.”
“Thank you, Maggie.” MacDonald closed her notepad and tucked it away. “I’ll be in contact.”
“And… you won’t say anything to anyone, right?” Maggie chewed her lip. “I just… I just wanted to start over. Luke doesn’t know. I… I need to be the one to tell him, I just haven’t had the courage yet.”
MacDonald gave her a gentle smile and stood. “Your secrets are your own. If we find it’s him, and this goes to court, I can’t guarantee you that it won’t come out. But if it’s not him, then your status won’t matter.”
“Thank you, Officer.” Maggie released a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding.
“Take care, Maggie.” MacDonald waved at her as she left.
She leaned back in the office chair and closed her eyes to center herself. Time to go find Luke.
When she got to the kitchen, Luke looked up and handed his spatula off to Shorty.
“Are you okay, Mags?”
His adorable nickname for her brought a tiny smile to her face. “I will be.”
“You should take a break. Most of the lunch rush is over, and Katya’s got it.”
“You’re not just saying that because it’s me?”
“No sweetheart, you had a fright. Though, I suppose it doesn’t hurt that I’m pretty attached to you.”
Despite everything, Maggie’s heart warmed. “I’m pretty attached to you, too.”
He pressed a kiss to her forehead, and she melted. “Why don’t you go find a table and I’ll bring you a milkshake.”
“Chocolate?” Chocolate made everything better.
“You got it. Let me finish this order and I’ll be right out.”
True to his word, Luke found her in the dining room. She’d picked a booth facing the door in case new customers came in that Katya needed help with.
“You relax. I’ll help Katya, okay?”
“But you’re cooking.”
“And so is Shorty. I can do both.”
Maggie stuck her lip out at him and checked the time on her phone. “Alright. I didn’t have long on my shift, anyway.” She laid her phone on the table and untied her apron. “I can come clock out.”
Luke took the apron from her. “I’ll take care of it. And I’ll bring your purse out.”
“Thank you.” Maggie sucked on her straw as he walked back to the kitchen, the cold creamy concoction soothing her raw nerves.Unfortunately, there wasn’t much to keep her from thinking about that poor squirrel.
And what it meant.
Shaking her head, she opened her phone as a text came through.
Grace: I just heard about someone screaming at the diner. Is everything okay?
Shit. How much could she tell her friend? Maggie chewed on her lip and sighed. At least she could tell Grace what had happened. The other employees had seen the box, and who knew what the customers were saying?
Maggie: So, I apparently have a stalker.
Grace: Holy shit.
