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after me, or about
my niece, my mother, or if anything weird has happened.”
    Lachlan’s gaze narrowed on Mike. “Anything
weird?”
    “You know, like those creepy guys who try
to take pictures through her windows from the roof across the street,” Mike
explained, pointing casually to the office building in question. They both
frowned when they saw someone was, indeed, on that roof, looking out over the
street toward Michaela’s building.
    “God damn it,” Mike muttered, glaring. He
tipped his head toward the lobby. “You go see if you can cheer her up, and I’ll
make sure those idiot security guards stop letting assholes onto their roof for
a twenty.”
    Lachlan nodded dumbly, because Mike was
already taking off through the traffic on Mass Ave, and what the fuck was going
on in the world when creepy guys with cameras were perched on the roof across
from Michaela’s windows?
    He looked over his shoulder to where
Michaela still sat hunched over her phone. She was too smart to let them see into
her apartment. Too aware and diligent. But, boy, did the idea of her having to
keep her curtains constantly drawn piss him off.
    He took a deep breath and let that go for
now. Mike thought something was wrong, something more than the man being shooed
from the roof across the street as Lachlan watched. He prayed for strength and
the ability to actually speak the necessary words, and went through the door.
He even tried to smile.
    Michaela’s head snapped up and she studied his
face closely. His smile faded the longer she looked at him.
    “You ready to go?” he asked, uncertain what
he could do to help other than take her on a walk and hope she’d tell him if
something was wrong. Maybe he’d even ask? It wasn’t like he was good at drawing
people out, for Christ’s sake. He couldn’t even draw himself out.
    “Yeah. Um…can you come here for a minute?”
she asked, pointing at the bench beside her. He couldn’t remember her ever
sounding so serious. Or uncertain. As uncertain as he constantly felt around
her.
    Lachlan fought a spurt of panic, with
limited success.
    He walked toward her stiffly, telling
himself to relax, but not able to pull it together completely. He realized he
hadn’t been nearly as uptight with her of late. Not nearly as bad as he’d been
when they’d first started this, at least.
    Now he was so wound up, it felt like their
very first walk all over again.
    He perched on the cushion and tried to give
her his attention, which mostly involved looking at her cheekbone or over her
shoulder. Eye contact was outside his abilities at the moment.
    “I’m sorry,” she began, “I’m not sure how
to tell you this, but it seems someone has decided to jump to some
conclusions.”
    “I—what?” He swallowed around the lump in
his throat, hoping that it was enough to prompt her to say more, since it was
all she was getting out him, apparently.
    Michaela sighed and held out her phone. He
only had to glance down for a second to recognize what she was talking about.
    A metric ton of pressure eased from
Lachlan’s shoulders. “Oh. I’ve seen that.”
    Michaela’s had snapped up. “What?”
    “Anna showed it to me. She thought I’d like
to know.” Lachlan actually managed to shrug, proud of himself for recovering in
record time.
    Michaela searched his face. “And this isn’t
freaking you out?”
    “Uh…” He wasn’t sure how honest to be here.
He decided not to mention that he’d dodged his boss yesterday. This
clearly was freaking her out, which for some damn reason made him want
to be all sensible about it. “No? I mean, I’m not thrilled about the Dr. Snorrison
thing. But these kids are full of shit anyway. No one believes what they
write.”
    Michaela let out a humorless laugh. “You’d
be surprised.”
    “Well, there’s nothing we can do about it,
right?”
    She studied him with a puzzled expression.
“No.”
    “Right, so let’s go get breakfast. I’m
starved.” He jumped to his