“Maggie, we know about the bank.”
My heart stumbled.
All warmth drained from my body.
“What?”
He held my gaze.
“We know the diner is behind. We know the developers offered to buy the property. We know they’ve been pressuring you.”
My hand pulled away from his.
“Who told you that?”
Luke’s face changed slightly.
Not guilty.
Careful.
“A friend at the county office.”
I stood too quickly. The stool scraped backward.
“This is private.”
“I know.”
“No, you don’t.” My voice cracked sharper than I meant it to. “You come in here with ninety-seven motorcycles and envelopes and stories, and you think you can just—just rescue me?”
He flinched.
For one terrible second, I saw the boy again.
I softened immediately, but the panic had already escaped.
