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“Tell me everything, pretty girl.”
She shook her head. “You don’t want to be involved in this mess, Colt. Trust me. While I really, really don’t want you to break up with me, I understand.”
“A woman broke into Cam’s clinic,” I said. “As his brother, I want to make sure that doesn’t happen again. As sheriff, it’s my job to find the person who did it and arrest them.”
“You… you want to arrest me?” she asked, not understanding. “Please, I’ll just leave. You said you wanted to break up and I understand that. Missy will follow and Devil’s Ditch will return to normal.”
I shook my head. No fucking way was I letting her go.
Her eyes widened. “Colt, if you arrest me, I’ll lose my job. I might even lose my medical license. Even if you don’t arrest me, both will probably happen anyway. Please, just let me go like you want. I’ll leave town.”
My gaze narrowed at the extent of the fuckery her sister was getting her into. I also hated the idea of Molly even considering leaving Devil’s Ditch. “Go where?” I asked.
She shrugged. “I’ve moved before. I’ll move again.”
Move again? No fucking way. “You left Cheyenne because of Missy?”
She nodded. “Yes. And Denver before that. I came here, to your office, to tell you about her. She approached me for the first time here in town when I came out of the hospital. I came right over. She’s here and pulling shit like breaking into Cam’s place because she’s manipulating me. I understand why you wouldn’t want me with a sister who’s a drug addict and a felon.”
I growled, mad that she would question what we had. That I would just give up on her, onus,because of a crazy sibling. While none of mine were bat shit crazy or criminals, I understood the sibling dynamic. “I want you. Only you, pretty girl. I’m not arrestingyou,I want to arrest Missy. I want you to tell me everythingand I’m gonna take care of it. You can give this problem to me.”
Her shoulders slumped, as if the weight of it was really fucking heavy.
“But you said we have to end things–”
“Yeah, end things with your sister. Do you want me to turn you over my desk and spank your ass before you tell me what’s going on?”
She was quiet for a little too long, making me growl again. No doubt she felt me grow hard against her hip.
“While I’d love to fuck you over my desk, there’s too many people here. Your whimpers and screams are for my ears only.”
She sighed, finally recognizing she had no other option but to talk. “As you figured out, Missy and I are identical twins. Something was off with her from the start. Even when we were little, she liked to do things to see me cry. Rip a doll’s head off. Pinch me. Cut my hair in my sleep. As she got older, it was even more obvious she had serious mental health issues. My parents got her help, but she had to want to get better and she didn’t see that she was doing anything wrong. That her manipulating, fake charm, irresponsibility, all the signs that she’s a sociopath, were evident. She fell into bad crowds. Sex, drugs, stealing, all the thingsin middle school. Burned my parents’ house down when we were seventeen because she was mad at my dad for pressing charges against a guy who was grooming her.”
“Jesus. That was the palm tree house?”
I nodded.
“I went away to college and never really went back. Mom and Dad have a restraining order against Missy and made it very clear until she got clean and true help they were out of her life. So she came to me.”
“When?”
“College. Medical school. Residency.”
“That’s like… for ten years. What did she do?”
“She wanted money for drugs. To live. At first, I didn’t give her anything, but then she went to one of my professors pretending to be me and tried to sleep with him.”
I closed my eyes, imagining. “Shit.”
“Yeah. It was a mess. I was almost thrown out of school. I had to take proof that I had a twin, that she burned the family house down, the restraining order, all of it.”
“Did you get a restraining order, too?”
She tipped her chin back, looked up into my eyes. “I look exactly like her. It’s not like the police can restrain someone they think is me.”
I sighed again. “Jesus.” She was right and no doubt Missy knew that and used it to her advantage.
“I paid her,” she admitted. “I gave her the money she wanted every time she came to me. For years. Until I was done with my residency and she couldn’t fuck with my plans of being a doctor.”
