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you said, she’s been through enough already.” He slid his hand down her arm until he reached her hip and tugged her close to him. “You were willing to give up your career to rescue her.”
    “I didn’t realize until I came here just how much I was missing in my life. I knew I wanted a life outside of music, but I didn’t realize how much I needed it. The way my heart broke for her, I knew I had to do something.”
    He leaned in until his breath caressed her face. “My sweet Leena, you’ve always had a big heart. It’s the reason I fell in love with you and I’m so glad that the brutal music industry didn’t steal it from you.” He lowered his head until his mouth covered hers and kissed her deeply.
    A knock from the door behind them interrupted them as she met his desire with her own. Damn it. She wanted to see where this was going but every time they got close something interrupted them.
    “Trina’s out here.” Kendrick opened the door a crack, letting a stream of sunlight in.
    “I’m busy.” She didn’t step back from Turner. Instead, she looped her fingers through the front belt loops of his jeans, keeping him close. She’d get rid of Trina and they could pick up where they left off.
    “She says it’s important,” Kendrick said.
    “It’s always important.” She wasn’t convinced, and she’d had enough of her assistant’s distain for what they were doing here.
    “There’s been another letter.” Trina’s voice was low enough that Leena could hear it but not so low that the wind carried it away.
    “Fuck.” Defeated, she sighed. “Let her in.”
    “It’s going to be okay.” Turner kept his arms tight around her.
    “I hope so.” Even as she said it, she wasn’t sure. This stalker was starting to work his way under her skin, unnerving her. Too much of this and she’d lose her balance. She needed to keep a cool head and get through tomorrow’s concert without any problems. Once that was done, she’d take on this bastard herself if she had to. This needed to end.

9
    Chapter Nine
    L eena stood near the French glass doors that led out onto the patio, watching the sun sink in the distance. Her stalker was somewhere out there. He might not have followed them to Turner’s log home, but there was no longer any doubt that he was in Cedar Grove. The last message her manager received had been traced back to the hospital’s café. He was there and he’d soon make himself known. It remained unclear how far he would go to claim what he thought belonged to him.
    Detective Mason Hazelwood had gone over the communications that her manager had forwarded and he felt strongly that her attacker only posed a threat if he felt rejected by her. If he caught wind of the connection between her and Turner, he could become violent, yet instead of putting more distance between them she found herself seeking Turner’s comfort more.
    She’d had a stalker before, crazy fan letters, anonymous phone calls, and packages. But never before had it gone to this extent. With each communication, the unease rose and even that had been nothing compared to knowing that he was in the same town as her, ready to fulfill his promise to make her his.
    She had come to Cedar Grove to do something good, to give back to a hospital and a charity that did so much for others. Instead she had brought danger to them and anyone who was around her. If this bastard went after someone close to her as revenge, she’d never forgive herself.
    “Stressing won’t help.” Turner stepped up behind her, caressing the small of her back.
    “What will, then?”
    “Come on.” He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her away from the doors. “We’ve got some of the best people working on this. We’re going to catch him.”
    She didn’t say anything; her confidence had diminished. He had been sending her letters for months and the police had yet to determine his identity. In her mind, that meant it was all too likely he could sneak