Chapter Thirty
Beck
“You can’t tell me to leave. If Maisie wants me gone, she’ll say so,” Hank said, a hint of belligerence in his tone.
I’d encountered him on the short walk from the café to the cutesy B&B Janet owned beside it. As such, we were standing on the sidewalk on Main Street for this little conversation. I was fighting the urge to haul off and punch him when I heard someone call my name.
I glanced around and saw Maisie walking toward us from the direction of the station. I briefly wondered why she hadn’t driven, but that mild curiosity was wiped away in the tidal wave of relief that washed through me when I saw her. Hell, it was so f*****g good to see her. I completely forgot I’d been in the middle of confronting her dad and jogged to meet her. I forced myself to stop in fro
