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Trinity made it to the end of the corridor before Mason stopped her.

He didn’t put a hand on her. Didn’t tell her to stop. Didn’t remind her that she was part of a criminal investigation and that she couldn’t leave. She could have ignored any of those things.

“They think you’re my girlfriend,” he said instead. “The guys who broke into my house.”

“Why would they think that?”

“I thought maybe you could answer that question.”

“I can’t.” She started walking again. She wanted to pretend Mason’s words hadn’t changed things, but she couldn’t. She knew that mistaken identity could get a person kidnapped or killed. Or both.

“You can’t run away from your troubles, Trinity,” Mason said, stepping in front of her. “Where are you planning to run?”

“Telling you that would defeat the purpose of going into hiding.”

“Hiding from me isn’t going to be a possibility,” Mason said. “You’re either part of whatever went down tonight—”

“I’m not.”

“Or you’ve walked into something that could cause you a lot of trouble.”

“I can handle it.”

“You could have died tonight,” he pointed out, his voice sharp-edged with irritation. “If I hadn’t come home, you probably would have.”

She didn’t respond. There wasn’t much she could say. He was right. They both knew it.