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laughed at Drayson’s antics, but now it wasn’t even remotely funny. It was too close to the truth.

    The past.
    "Josephine, you will be the best." Long fingers tapped on the piano. She hated his fingers. Hated his hands. Hated him. "Again from the top."
    And as she sang her pieces, his eyes watched her; burned with a fire she didn’t want to name, didn’t want to know. His was a look, a knowledge she feared and burned the pit of her stomach.
    Then he smiled and his fingers stilled, the last note of the piano stringing through the air.
    "Josephine, my angel. Like the production we saw the other night. Theatre isn’t exactly opera, and a high school production is hardly worthy, but I do have a fondness for pieces that spin off Leroux’s work. It’s almost seductive. Wouldn’t you agree?" She didn’t answer and he continued. "The phantom’s angel.
    Yes. I think I’ll call you my angel, my Josephine. Mine."
    "Christian. Christian!"
    She jerked back at her name.
    "You didn’t join in," Drayson said. "Luv, you need some rest. Why don’t you come over to our place and crash?"
    She shook her head.
    "Drayson’s right, I hate to think of you worrying over here all alone. Joke or no, this is hardly funny,"
    Geoffery agreed.
    Again, she shook her head. "Sorry, you guys. I didn’t mean to wake you up. Or you," she added to Gabe.
    She patted Drayson’s hand. "Thank you for coming over. You’re great. Go on home. I just freaked out over that painting and that weird phone call. You’re probably right Dray, it’s just some flunky. I’ll talk to Gabe and see what we can come up with."
    His expression said he was trying to figure out if he should indeed go. But then he glanced to Gabe, to the gun and back to her.
    "All right, if you say so, but you call me. At this rate, you won’t even be rehearsing tomorrow."
    His brow furrowed in what she knew was his ‘I’m-about-to-lecture-and-be-the-director’ mode.
    Hurriedly, she said, "I’ll be there tomorrow afternoon like we discussed, just as planned."
    Still he watched her. Finally, he nodded and said, "Fine. But you’re riding with me. Then, we won’t have to worry about you getting notes on your car or something else."
    That probably wouldn’t work because she was spending the morning at the shop and then going to rehearsal. "We’ll see. Go on to bed."
    Drayson leaned over and kissed her on the cheek before leaving. As the door clicked shut, she could feel her nerves tightening.
    Gabe cleared his throat as he sat across from her. He didn’t say a word, and neither did she, they just stared at each other. He must be a nightmare in interview or interrogation. With that stare alone criminals probably admitted to fictitious crimes. A muscle ticked in his jaw.
    "You know, I checked today, and there have been several stalkers reported by women. None of the reports were filed by you."
    She stood and walked to the counter. "Would you like something to drink? Coffee? Tea? Juice?" She fiddled with the canisters waiting for his reply.
    "Have you told the Kinncaids? The one you have a thing with?"
    "A thing?" Christian turned to face him and leaned back against the counter. "You mean Brayden?
    There’s not a ‘thing’ with him." Lie. Lie. Lie. Is that all she did anymore?
    Gabe only nodded in that ‘yeah-right’ kind of way. "I thought there was something between you two.
    Brayden’s the shop owner with the little girl, right?"
    His gaze was so intense, she could only hold it for so long. Nodding, she agreed. "Yes, that’s him.
    Brayden and Gavin are twins. Brayden owns the shop and Gavin is the doctor. I thought there might have been a ‘thing’ too. Maybe there could have been something." Shrugging, she gave it up. "I don’t know. I just don’t know and now it hardly matters."
    "Well, Brayden is one stupid guy." At his words, she cocked her head. "That shocks you, I see. I wonder why."
    The phone rang.
    Jumping at the sound, she grabbed the cordless before the