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Lucas’s arms had been both a dream come true and a nightmare. How she had wanted to—itched to—kiss his lips, to climb over him and make love to him until they both fell in exhaustion. Last night the threats had become personal and blatant. No mysterious e-mail or letter, nothing delivered to the house by someone else. This came from them . This sent the message that they were right around the corner and nothing was going to stop them.
    Her safety and beliefs had been smashed into a million pieces last night and she’d begged him to hold her. Begged him not to leave. In the cold light of day what would that change? Nothing. He would hate her more for the weakness she had shown, and he’d bit her head off this morning. When Kiloran had returned to the room with coffee, not only had he been dressed, he was packed up and ready to go. He couldn’t get out of there quick enough.
    When she tried to talk to him at the set, he was short with her and, although he did give her a quick kiss for public appearance, he held no warmth in his eyes. So much for being able to fool anyone. She must have looked as distraught as she felt because everyone around her seemed to notice.
    “He’s just worried about you,” Nancy said, handing her the day’s script changes. “We all are.”
    “Thanks, Nance.”
    “Perhaps he just needs an outlet for his anger.”
    “What do you mean?”
    Nicki, one of the makeup artists, stopped for a second and looked up from her pallet of colors. “Does he work out, play video games, run? Get him something he can beat up or kill.”
    “Nicki’s right, you know.”
    Thinking for a moment, Kiloran remembered someone telling her he had picked up kickboxing right after they had split. He’d always been big on working out. “He does mixed martial arts.”
    “Get him a kicking bag or something. My cousin owns a sports shop. I bet he could deliver it here today with some other equipment if you want.”
    Kiloran looked at Nancy, who nodded. Hopefully this would help Lucas deal with his anger at both the situation and her. Now she just needed to wait for Lucas’s reaction. Buying gifts for him had always been tricky when he loved her; now it was frightening.
    Not that he was ever ungrateful, just picky about what he liked and didn’t. “Nancy, can you do me a favor and call one of Lucas’s brothers and find out if he likes a specific brand?”
    “Can I pick which brother? I could listen to that Tony’s voice all day long.”
    “By all means, call Tony.” Standing up, Kiloran took one last sip of water and headed out the makeup trailer toward the old estate house they were filming in. If only her brain could shut down, stop flashing images of Luc and his finely chiseled torso at her.
    “Can I walk you to set?” Lucas startled her out of her musing as he wrapped his arm around her waist, kissing her cheek.
    “Better mood?”
    “Much. I talked to Agent Vassar. He gave me the new code for the house. Only the security company, Vassar, me, and you have the code. Only we know it’s been changed, and he suggested we stick to that.”
    “Whatever you both think is the right way to go about this.”
    “This might tip their hand. I know you’re expected on set, but please don’t wander off alone right now. Wait for me to come and get you.”
    “I’m fine. Nothing has happened to me personally or been directed at my person.”
    “Until last night. That wasn’t a warning for me. That was a warning for you. And it was definitely personal. Don’t kid yourself.”
    “Where’s Fenway?”
    Lucas nodded toward the open field on the other side of the parking area. “His name is not Fenway.”
    “Then pick a better name.”
    “You’re confusing him.”
    “I’m confusing him? You’re the one that won’t give the poor thing a name.”
    “Wow you two bicker like my wife and I do,” one of the director’s assistants said with a chuckle. “They should be ready for you in fifteen, Ms.