chuckled, relieved the thick tension between us was starting to break.
“I was a bit of a late bloomer, I guess.” I smiled, running my hand through my hair.
“What was her name?”
“Who?”
“Your first crush.” She looked at me with eager eyes, and hope washed over me that she had taken my words to heart. She was trying to get to know the real me again. She was willing to give me the chance that, just moments ago, I didn’t think she’d ever give me. This wasn’t forgiveness, but it was a step in the right direction.
“Marcy Brennan. She had the cutest freckles behind her ears. I sat behind her in Math and, whenever she had her hair pulled back, I always stared at them. She forgot her pencil one day and she turned around and asked to borrow one of mine. She had never spoken to me before and I was in shock. I gave her my pencil without even thinking. Too late, I realized I had given her my only one, but I didn’t care. I would have given her anything.”
She kept her gaze trained on mine, absorbing my story. A light expression crossed her face and her rigid stature relaxed.
“How about you?” I asked in an attempt to keep the conversation going.
“Damian Mills,” she answered without hesitating. She pulled a blade of grass out of the lawn and began to tie it in knots. Her eyes grew bright, a slight smile crossing her lips. “I was eight. He moved in next door to us. I remember sitting in a tree that separated our yards when the moving trucks pulled up. Then I saw a boy who appeared to be my age jump out of a car. I thought he was so cute. We became friends, nearly inseparable, and I no longer looked at him that way. Every night, after we were supposed to be asleep, we climbed out of our bedroom windows and met on the limbs of that tree. We just sat there and watched the stars.”
“What happened to him?” I asked.
She let out a shallow sigh. “Two years later, it all went to hell and we had to disappear without saying goodbye. I wanted to call him or send him a letter so he knew I was okay, but my mom told me I couldn’t because it was too dangerous. As the years went on, I guess finding him seemed to be less of a priority. I mean, I’m still not supposed to tell anyone who I really am, so it’s not like I could have called him up and said, ‘Hey, it’s Fi. Let’s go climb a tree.’” She smiled before her expression turned serious. “And now I think he’s in trouble.”
“What do you mean? You said you haven’t talked to him.”
“I haven’t,” she said. “While you were gone, apparently your brother sent one of his guys to keep an eye on me and make sure everything was okay. Well, Wyatt…although I’m pretty sure that’s not his real name…noticed a car tailing me and looked into it. It was an FBI agent who works with Damian. He said he’s been on a leave of absence from the FBI for nearly four months, but this agent thinks he’s missing.” She glanced at me as I did the math in my head, noticing my expression. “Exactly. The timing fits all this craziness a bit too perfectly. It could just be a coincidence, but if his FBI buddy thinks something’s not right and he’s in trouble…”
I stared ahead and thought about what she just told me. I no longer believed in coincidences, particularly where Mackenzie was concerned. “Do you want me to see if I can find him?”
Her eyes widened. “You would do that?”
“Sure,” I said. I would do anything for her. “We’ll at least follow-up with this FBI agent and see what he knows. Maybe if I take what I know and what he knows, I’ll be able to figure it out. Don’t worry. I’m sure he’s fine. I’ve worked with all kinds of federal agents. The job has a high burn-out rate. It’s not uncommon for someone to take a lengthy leave of absence to clear their head and recharge their batteries. I’m sure that’s all your friend is doing.”
She nodded and reached for my hand, grabbing it. “Thanks, Tyler.”
I remained still, praying she wouldn’t break the contact. All my focus was devoted solely to the heat of her skin on mine. It was beautiful, perfect, simple,