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about it. “Verbal shit?”
    She tapped her nose. “You got it.”
    â€œWhat about step five? Avengement?” I asked.
    â€œAh.” Aly nodded. “Mostly, she just likes to mastermind epic plans of revenge, but she rarely acts on them.”
    I narrowed my eyes. “It’s the ‘rarely’ that makes me nervous.”
    Laughing, she said, “Maybe you don’t entirely despise your boss after all.”
    I could never despise my REAL boss. And I might abhor Dakota enough to let Des have at him, but I cared enough about Des to keep her from doing something she’d regret. “I’d just as soon divert trouble,” I said, speaking the truth.
    â€œThe Brazen Bull!” Des shouted.
    I gave Aly a “WTH?” look, but she just rolled her eyes.
    â€œSince her epic plans often include things like that”—she nodded backward, indicating Desi’s random outburst—“thumb screws, the Iron Maiden, and the guillotine, I don’t worry too much. Now, if she could actually get her hands on one of those contraptions, that’d be a whole different story.”
    â€œThe Brazen Bull?”
    Aly winced. “You don’t want to know.”
    I gave Des a considering look. “Medieval torture?”
    Aly gave a blasé shrug. “Everyone’s got their morbid fascination.”
    That declaration drew my attention back to her. “Do they now?”
    â€œMine are dolls,” she said in a tight whisper, then shuddered. “They scare the crap out of me.”
    I smiled. God, she was adorable. The more time I spent with her, the more drawn to her I felt—and that could only lead to trouble, since human/angel relationships were forbidden . Not good.
    I had to get out of here. Get some distance. Remind myself what my boundaries were.
    â€œDolls are disturbing,” I agreed, then hurriedly added, “Listen, if you’re sure she’s … ”
    â€œOh, yeah, yeah, if you have to go, don’t worry. We’ll be fine.”
    She said the words, but I noticed a fleeting shadow in her eyes, like maybe my sudden about-face had hurt her feelings.
    I couldn’t allow that.
    â€œYou could always tell Des we’ve got mad weaponry on set.” I gave Aly a wink. “Maybe she’ll devise a break-in.”
    â€œHush,” Aly said, finger over her lips. “If she hears that it’ll be all over.”
    â€œYou know she’s going to crash.”
    â€œYeah, once the angry adrenaline is gone, she’ll conk.”
    â€œMake sure she eats. You too,” I suggested, knowing they were drained after the day they’d had.
    â€œI’ll order up every ooey, gooey thing on the room service menu,” Aly said. “Chocolate, it does a body good.”
    Chuckling, I told her I’d call later. And I would. After I got far enough away from Aly, I would remember what really brought me here.
    Which reminded me, I better go find Missy …

ALY
    â€œWelcome to the circus,” Jameson said, sweeping a hand out to encompass the two neat rows of white trailers, with their silver-toothed stairs, parked before us. A tent-covered picnic area and sporadic sets of lawn chairs made it look like a crowded campsite, but too many people were bustling around for it to be a place of R&R.
    â€œIt’s that crazy?” I asked, my wide-eyed gaze soaking up every detail of my surroundings. Despite being up late trying to get Des to temper her temper after Dakota’s dismissal, I felt ridiculously alert and thrilled about this sudden turn of events. We were on the set of Paranormal PI, the actual place where they shot my favorite show! I could easily hyperventilate with excitement if I wasn’t careful.
    â€œNo, I don’t mean circus as in crazy,” Jameson said with a small chuckle. “Circus is the name for the area where the trailers and craft services are parked.”
    â€œI knew