Connor sat back down hard enough in the chair to make the wood creak and groan under what she was guessing was a pretty impressive butt.

His eyes narrowed as he stared at her. “What’s going on?”

She thought about counting to ten or inhaling really deep to find some well of hidden courage inside her. She didn’t have time for either because Ben opened his mouth, and she knew whatever tumbled out would not be good for her. She held up a hand to him. “Stop.”

Ben sighed again. “Let’s get to it.”

She shifted a bit so she stood just off to the side of Connor’s chair. “It was me.”

Connor stared at her. “What was?”

“What happened. It was me.” There, she said it. Now he could—

The staring gave way to a frown. “I’m lost.”

This was Ben’s fault. She glared at him. “I told you this was the wrong time.”

“You never said that and you would be incorrect if you had.” Ben tapped his pen against his desk blotter. “Do it now while you can still fix this, or I take over.”

Connor cleared his throat. “Could someone—”

Maddie dove in, cutting Connor off midsentence. “I was walking by and thought someone was breaking into the cabin. You could have been dangerous, so I got out of there fast.”

Okay, none of that was true. She’d gone to check out the cabin as a potential hiding place, in case she needed one in the future. With Hansen she’d watched the house for more than a week. Lately there was some activity when one of the town’s two cleaning services stopped by.

It only took twenty dollars slipped to the cleaners’ receptionist to find out the person who hired the service wasn’t Hansen. That got her thinking. Notes. Someone possibly hiding on the island and watching her . . . and the idea for a cabin search took hold.

“I don’t . . .” The sort-of smile vanished from Connor’s face. “Wait . . .”

She really didn’t want to. She wrapped her fingers around the doorknob instead. Pressed until her palm ached from all the clenching. “So, we good here?”

“No,” Ben said.

Connor turned in his chair and faced her. “What are you telling me?”

She tightened her grip on the knob. “Nothing.”

“I’m going to say your name again,” Ben warned.

As if she needed two angry men staring at her right now. “This is why I don’t like coming into the office.”

Ben snorted. “Is it?”

“Hold up.” Connor raised one finger. That was it. Just one. “Could we get back to the part where you admitted to breaking into my cabin?”

Just her luck that he was the type to have no problem keeping up with a purposely disjointed conversation. “I saw movement and wanted to scare off whoever was inside your cabin, the same cabin I thought was empty and not really yours.”