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“Good night, Bonny Bleu.”
    Damn, he’s a handsome and charming villain.
    I spy on him through the peephole as he returns to his car. He stops before getting inside and I’m certain he’s taking note of my address. I have no doubt that 114 Lansbury Way will fall under scrutiny by tomorrow’s nightfall. Good thing I’m prepared for his probing. Still, I’m calling Harry. One last run-through of the plan never hurts.
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    I work an eight-hour shift at Duncan’s with no sign of Sinclair. I already know he doesn’t come in every night, but I’d hoped yesterday’s events would’ve sparked his interest enough to bring him around. Guess not. That means I must do better.
    I’m walking to my flat after declining a second insistent offer from Leith to drive me home. He’s becoming more aggressive and I can see it developing into a problem if Sinclair doesn’t declare me his soon. That’s an impossibility when I don’t have contact with him.
    This is a race, not a sprint. I can’t expect Sinclair to fall at my feet on day one. That’s why I must bet on the long play.
    I get to my flat and gloat when I see a black Mercedes parked on the street. I’ve memorized his plates so I confirm it’s Sinclair but I don’t allow myself to appear as though I’ve noticed. I go about my business as I would if the car weren’t parked there.
    Once inside, I peek through the curtains down at the street. Why didn’t he get out when I walked by? Did he not see me?
    “Aye, that’s my car.”
    Shit. He’s already inside.
    “Shit!” I spin around and appear startled because that’s what normal people do when they find an uninvited guest in their home. “You scared the hell out of me.” I place my hand to my chest. “What are you doing in here?”
    “You didn’t ask me in after I drove you home so I thought I’d extend an invitation to myself tonight.”
    He wants to have me believe he can get to me any time he likes, with or without my permission. It’s a scare tactic and I have to make him believe he’s succeeded. “You can’t come into my house like this. What if I had a gun and shot you … or something?”
    “I can leave if you like, since I certainly don’t want to be shot … or something.” He’s laughing at me.
    I need him to stay. Spending time together is the only way we’ll connect. “You can stay if you agree to not give me another fright.”
    “I make no promises.” His voice is husky. I think he means to make me uneasy. He’s succeeding.
    “I’m going to have a drink.” I go to the cabinet I’ve stocked with liquor, including his favorite—Johnnie Walker. “Would you care for one?”
    “Sure. I’ll take something dark and neat. Pour it tall. It’s been a dreadful day.”
    I hand him his drink and sit on the opposite end of the sofa. “Want to tell me about it?”
    “It’s a case I’m working so I can’t discuss it.”
    “Client confidentiality?”
    “Something like that.”
    He takes a long drink, like it’s water. “Mmm … that’s good stuff.”
    “Nothing beats JW.”
    He places his drink on the end table and twists slightly to face me. “How was day two on the new job? I trust you didn’t break anyone’s nose today?”
    I damn sure wanted to. “No, but I’m thinking of breaking a few grabby hands.”
    “That isn’t wise, Bleu.”
    “Then what am I supposed to do? Let those men put their hands up my skirt? That’s what some of them do. And they act like they have the right and I’m supposed to allow it.”
    “It’s what they’re used to doing because the other lasses let them.” He’s laughing at me again and it pisses me off. It’s not okay for any woman to have to put up with that on the job.
    “I’m not like the other girls. I don’t allow random men to put their hands on me. I would’ve told Leith that had I known it was going to be an issue.” I put my hand to my forehead, as though stressed. “I really need the money from that job but not at the