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I huffed then took another drink of my wine. “I’ve been going over that night in my head and I can’t rememberanything different. I couldn’t see the guy, I have no idea who it was.”

“Well, you remembered the comment about him being second.”

“Second to what? The mob family? That could mean anything.”

Leaning forward, I set the wine glass down on the table. “I’m scared, Kian. I mean, I’ve been scared this whole time, but knowing how easy it was for the FBI to find me, how do I know Michael won’t be able to do the same thing?”

Kian smiled. “I don’t think Michael has the same resources as our government does.”

“No, probably not. But he could still find me.”

Kian sat on the coffee table and took my hands in his and brought them to his mouth. “Let’s just get through the interview and this weekend with my parents. I trust my brother. If he says he can keep you safe, I believe him.”

I nodded.

“Dinner is ready if you’re hungry.”

Standing, I followed Kian to the kitchen and sat down on the stool. Kian had made taco salad and my stomach growled when I looked at my plate.

Kian let out a laugh and asked, “Hungry, huh?”

“I guess so.”

We ate in comfortable silence. I had no idea what was going on in Kian’s head, but all I could think about was this situation I had gotten myself in.

“Is that all you’re going to eat?” Kian asked, pointing to my half-eaten meal.

“I guess I wasn’t as hungry as I thought.”

There was a knock on the door, and I nearly jumped off the stool.

Kian stood and took both plates. “It’s Mark.”

“I’ll let him in,” I said as I approached the door. When I opened it, Mark stood there with another man. He looked like he was about the same age as Mark, maybe a few years older. His blonde hair was a bit long, and he had a beard. If you pictured an FBI agent, this wasn’t what I thought one would look like. Mark was clean-cut, had short hair, and was clean-shaven. Both men looked to be in good shape, not overly built, but they for sure worked out.

“Hi, Mark,” I said as I looked from him to the blonde.

“Cadie, this is Lucas Miller. Lucas, this is Cadie…um…”

Lucas held out his hand. “First name is fine.”

I moved to the side and motioned for them both to come in. Kian stood in the living room and reached his hand for Lucas.

“Kian Carter.”

“Lucas Miller, it’s nice to finally meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Kian looked at his brother. “I can’t say the same thing.”

Mark laughed as Lucas smiled.

I walked over and sat down on the sofa. My mind started racing again and when I looked down, my hands were shaking.

“I know this is a stupid question, but are you okay?”

I glanced up to see Lucas standing there. “About as okay as I can be. Does Michael know I’m here?”

Lucas pulled a chair around so that when he sat, we faced one another. “I don’t think so. He seems to still be trying to figure out where you are. He’s called your brother a few times. He keeps telling Michael he hasn’t spoken to you in a number of months.”

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