Protect Me by Margaret Watson

Author:Margaret Watson [Watson, Margaret]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dragonfly Press
Published: 2015-11-10T23:00:00+00:00

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By the time they were done filming, it was two in the morning. Street traffic in the surrounding area had thinned, and most of the fans had drifted away a few hours earlier. Finn had been right. Watching the scene being filmed countless times was stupefyingly boring.

It took a lot of hard work to create an illusion. Something that wasn't real.

Finn had found her during his breaks, standing with her as he gulped a bottle of water, explaining what would happen next. She'd spent the rest of the time studying the crew, the cast members, even the caterers. No one rang any alarms, but she hadn't expected them to.

If the stalker was around, and Mia would bet she was, she wasn't going to stick out. She'd blend into the crowd. But if Mia memorized all the faces she saw, sooner or later, she'd see a pattern. Someone where she wasn't supposed to be. Or more often than she should be there.

The stalker wouldn't stay hidden forever. She had an agenda, and that agenda was punishing Finn for his lack of interest. When she stepped into the light, Mia would be ready for her.

By the time Finn was ready to leave, his make-up removed and clothes changed, she was dead on her feet. Finn looked wiped out, too. She hadn't gotten much sleep last night, and she was pretty sure Finn hadn’t, either.

Once in the car, he listed against her as Pete turned corners, and she didn't have the energy to shrug his head off her shoulder. Didn't really want to. Instead, she relaxed against him, his big body warming her in the cool car.

Her eyelids must have closed, because she sat up with a start when the car stopped at the front of the Drake on Walton Street. Before she could ask Pete why, he lowered the partition. "Loading dock's busy, so we have to come in this way. I talked to Carlos, the doorman. He's going to show you a quick way to the elevators."

"Thanks, Pete," she said, sliding toward the curb-side door. "Come on, sleepyhead." She nudged Finn. "We're home."

She reached for the door, but the doorman opened it for her. Held out his hand to help her from the car. "Welcome, ma'am," he said, stepping aside as he waited for Finn to emerge from the car.

His name tag said 'Carlos', and he was about her height. Dark hair, dark eyes and a round, smiling face. "Thank you, Carlos," she said.

As soon as Finn was on his feet, Carlos ushered them toward a door to the left of the Drake entrance. "This is a little quicker," he said. "And usually less busy."

Opening the door, Carlos followed them inside. Small shops, closed for the night, lined the dimly–lit corridor; a florist, a coffee shop, a men's clothing store. A woman's clothing store was down a corridor to the left, and a jewelry store was at the end. To their right were the elevators.

"Have a nice night, Mr. O'Rourke.

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