Chapter Twenty-Eight
Beck
I jogged up the steps on the side porch at Maisie’s house, knocking quickly on the kitchen door. I’d dropped Hank off and raced out here. I’d be damned if I was going to let her blow me off. When she didn’t answer, I raised my hand to knock again just as the door swung open. She stood there, her features tense and her eyes angry.
“Maisie, what the hell is going on?”
“Nothing,” she replied flatly.
I was scrambling in my mind, trying to get a foothold on whatever had shifted between us. It didn’t help that I’d had zero experience with this kind of situation. I never let things go far enough with any woman to have to worry about emotional misunderstandings, or whatever this was.
“Everything was fine this morning. I know things were nutty today with your dad aro
