take care of each other, Clare, that’s what makes them a couple. And couples tell each other when something happens that scares them.”
“Really, Beckett, really. You’re making this a bigger deal than it is. Avery—”
“Don’t put this off on Avery. Did Freemont leave when you told him to leave?”
“No.”
“Did he stop touching you when you told him to knock it off?”
“He didn’t really—” Yes, he had, she admitted. Why compound stupidity with denial. “No. He won’t come in here again. He won’t be allowed. I told my staff.”
That cut, he realized. Just kept slicing. “You told your staff, but you didn’t tell me.”
“Oh, Beckett.” Frustrated, and with rising guilt she didn’t want to feel, she threw up her hands. “I just told them he’d been rude and obnoxious that morning, and was banned from the store. I didn’t give them chapter and verse. And you know, this really isn’t about you. It’s about me.”
“It’s about us. It’s about trust.”
“I trust you, of course I trust you. I guess, bottom line is I didn’t tell you because I knew you’d be upset and mad, and it would become this enormous thing. Now you are, and it is, which doesn’t change the fact Sam was a complete jerk, and I kicked him out of my store.”
“Could you have kicked him out if Avery hadn’t come to the door?”
“She did, so—”
“That doesn’t answer the question. You should be able to give me that much, Clare. You should be able to give yourself that much.”
It mortified her because she didn’t know, just wasn’t sure of the answer. “I think . . . I think the situation would have become more difficult and—and fraught, but—”
“Fraught.” Eyes on hers, he nodded slowly. “That’s a word for it.”
“I’d have gotten him to leave, Beckett. I always do.”
“Always?” Beckett laid his hands on the counter between them. “There’s another word. He’s done this before.”
“Not exactly this, no. He makes a pest of himself, and yes, it’s irritating and annoying—and maybe a little creepy, too. He’s just got this idea stuck in his head that if he keeps asking me out, I’ll just give in and go. Which is never going to happen.”
“Has he come to your house?”
She thought of the weekend with stomach flu and bored children. And that hadn’t been the first time. “Yes, but I—”
“Goddamn it.”
“Beckett—”
“He’s more than a pest, Clare. He’s harassing you, and it needs to stop. You have to call the police.”
“I don’t want to do that. I just don’t.”
“You’re smarter than this.” He turned away, paced to the stacks. She could actually see him struggle for control. But there was still plenty of fire in his eyes when he walked back to her.
“Let me lay this out for you. He comes in here when you’re alone.”
“I let him in. I made the mistake.”
“Regardless. He pressures you, as he has before, to go out with him. You decline. You ask him to leave. He won’t. Then he scares and intimidates you by trapping you here at the counter. You tell him to stop, he doesn’t. You tell him to leave, he doesn’t. He put his hands on you, and you can’t be sure what might have happened if Avery hadn’t come to the door. Is that accurate?”
“Beckett—” Something in his face stopped her from making more excuses. Because he was right, she admitted. And she was smarter than this.
“Yes, accurate enough. But he didn’t hurt me, or even come close to hurting me.”
“If Avery hadn’t come along, he might have. He comes here, he comes to your house. Think about that, then think about your kids and what it would be like for them if things had gotten more out of hand here, if anything had happened to you.”
“That’s not fair. It’s not fair to bring the boys into this.”
“The hell it isn’t. If this is about you, it’s about them. You call the town cops, you tell them exactly what happened. Then it’s on record. You want this to stop. That’s a step to making it stop. It’s obvious he isn’t going to listen to you. Maybe he doesn’t come here to the store next time. Maybe he drops by your house again. Your kids like to answer the door. Think about what might happen if one of them lets him in.”
“Now you’re trying to scare me. Good job,” she muttered. “All right, I’ll call the police, tell them what happened. Mostly because you’re right—he doesn’t listen to me. He doesn’t take