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“What?” Colt said.
“The other day, my favorite coffee mug moved in my home. Ialwaysput in the same place. It was missing and I found it on my table, with the handle broken.” I felt the color leech from my face. “He knew I loved that mug. My mother gave it to me. And I’ve been getting prank calls at the office. No one ever talks. And I got a weird delivery. A stack of empty boxes.”
Colt cursed and strode to the bank of windows, his hands pressed to the back of his neck. “He was the one that knocked you off your bike.”
I felt like I was going to be sick.
“We don’t know for sure if all of this is Warner,” Reath said. “But I’ll look into him. Confirm if he’s in New Orleans.”
“It’s been months,” I said.
Reath met my gaze. “How did he take the breakup?”
I fidgeted. “Not great.”
Colt whirled. “We need to know everything, Macy.”
I blew out a long breath. “He hit me. A closed fist to the cheek. I was lucky he didn’t break it.”
Colt made a deep, angry sound. “And he only hit you once?”
“Just once. I dumped him right then. But afterward, he turned up at my apartment, at work, followed me at the shops. He’d yell or cry, plead with me to take him back.”
Reath’s face hardened. “I’ll get my team working on this straight away. Macy, don’t worry, we’re going to help Colt keep you safe.”
With a nod at the both of us, Reath left.
Colt was tense. He looked like he was about to snap, or explode.
“Colt?”
“He punched you in the face.”
“Once.”
“You should’ve told me how bad it was.”
“It’s in the past.” I shot to my feet. “I don’t focus on the past, or fixate on the negative. My mom always said to look to the future. To look to the good things.”
“It’s not the past if Warner is coming after you. It’s stupid to ignore the warning signs and waltz around like life is all fucking rainbows and love hearts.”
My hands balled. “I’mnotstupid. He used to say that.You’re not very bright, Macy. You’ve always got your head in the clouds, Macy.”
Colt’s face darkened. “Do not compare me to that asshole.”
“Then stop acting like him. This is not my fault, Colton Fury. I didn’t ask for this.” My anger exploded like paint bombs inside me. I snatched a pillow off the couch and threw it at him.
It bounced off his chest.
Then I swiveled and stalked out. I found the door leading to Colt’s warehouse, wrenched it open, and marched right to the guest room where he’d put my bag.
I slammed the door closed behind me.
It was satisfying for about three seconds, then tears welled in my eyes.
I felt afraid, angry, hurt.
Wrapping my arms around myself, I sat on the bed.
