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Who knew how many times I’d wiped down the counter before John came out and asked me if I’d talk to Austin.

When I said I didn’t want to, John said, “Nina, I wouldn’t usually do this, but I think you should talk to him. He may have information about your birth parents.”

My eyes almost popped out of my head as my breath caught in my throat.

How? Austin? Why? How?

Forming a coherent thought was beyond my ability.

“It’ll only be Austin and I’ll stay with you if you’d like.”

I studied my black work shoes as I answered, “I, um, okay. You’ll stay?” I verified what he’d said.

“I promise. And if it’s too much, just say the word and I’ll stop it.”

I nodded.

“Come on.” He waved me out from behind the counter.

“Beth, Mary’ll be right out.”

“No worries.” The few customers we’d served had taken their drinks and snacks to go.

I hung my head and dragged my feet as John followed me. Outside the breakroom, John introduced me to Ryan Gibson.

I knew he was lying. Okay, so I didn’t know, but I suspected.

“Sorry for the mix up earlier,” he said. His large hand dwarfed mine as he shook it.

Mix up?He lied to my face.

“I’ll be right outside,” Jay said as he walked out of Mary’s office.

Seeing Austin’s friend next to Jay, it was obvious he was probably ex-military. He was built like Jay with way more muscles than the gangly Ralph.

“Miss Novak, please have a seat,” Austin said, devoid of emotion as he pointed at the chair across from him.

I can’t believe I ever thought he was a silver fox.Steel fit him way better.

I bet the charm from yesterday an act.

When I looked at John, he nodded.

Clutching my hands in my lap, I sat and waited.

“Miss Novak—”

“It’s Nina.” I hated how formal Miss Novak sounded.

“Nina, first let me apologize again for any undue stress we’ve caused you.”

I nodded my acceptance and forced a smile, since it didn’t seem like it really mattered.

“Thank you for agreeing to talk to me.”

“I didn’t think I had a choice,” I mumbled, staring at a spot on the table surface.

I instinctively moved back when Austin leaned forward and rested his forearms on the table.