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coffee and lifted a brow. He nodded.
    â€œWhat is it? You two know each other?” Wade had caught the silent exchange.
    â€œI’m Olivia Edwards. I’m part owner of the Elite Guardians Bodyguard Agency.” She held out a hand and he shook it. Shemet his gaze, and his eyes, his very green eyes, didn’t look away or blink. He simply stared. As did she. She waited, wondering what he was thinking. He finally let go of her hand and her fingers slid across his palm. His lips quirked in a small smile. Olivia cleared her throat and took a step back.
    His frown returned as her words registered. “Bodyguard agency?”
    â€œI hired them,” Bruce said from his position in the chair. His jaw jutted and his eyes narrowed. “You’ve been getting weird gifts in the mail, hang-up phone calls, presents left on the front porch.” He waved a hand. “You have a stalker. When you rejected my offer to hire a bodyguard, I simply did it anyway.”
    Wade’s nostrils flared. “Of course you did.”
    â€œSon—”
    Wade held up a hand. “I can’t believe—”
    â€œMaddy’s throat was slit,” Olivia said, raising her voice only slightly. Might as well nip the argument in the bud.
    The room fell silent. Wade looked at her. “What did you say?”
    â€œOne of my employees, Madelyn McKay, was your bodyguard. She was following you, keeping you in her sight at all times, and was there in case someone attacked you. Instead, she’s the one who was attacked and is now here at the hospital. Whoever drugged you got Maddy first. The attacker slit her throat.”
    â€œSlit her—oh my . . . I can’t believe this.” Bruce’s voice was suddenly hoarse, shock paling his tan face.
    â€œThe attacker also left a note that said, ‘Apologize. He’s mine.’”
    â€œYou think the attacker’s female?”
    â€œProbably.”
    Wade’s face paled even further, although Olivia wouldn’t have thought it possible. “And you think she was referring to me?”
    â€œWe do.”
    â€œWhy?”
    She lifted a brow. “I think that’s rather obvious, but before we get into it—” she turned to Bruce—“there’s a man outside waiting to speak with you. Cameron Short?”
    â€œCameron?” Wade asked. “What’s he doing here?”
    â€œYou had a meeting with him this morning,” Bruce said. “I texted him and told him you’d be unable to attend. I gave him the really short version of what happened and I guess he decided to see for himself.” He waved a hand toward the door. “He can wait a few minutes. Go on, please,” he told Olivia.
    She nodded. “Before last night, this person, and we’re assuming it’s the same person for now, was sending you harmless gifts. Then for some reason, she felt compelled to come to the radio station, attempt to kill your bodyguard, drug you, and leave a note staking her claim. What changed?”
    Wade shook his head as though to clear it and his father looked ill. “Wait a minute,” Wade said. “How is Madelyn?”
    â€œShe goes by Maddy. And I don’t know. I’m still waiting to hear.” Dear God, please let her pull through. The prayer slipped from her before she could stop it. She pulled her phone from her pocket one more time and sent a text to Katie.
    Ask them to check Maddy for the drug propofol.
    â€œOkay, let me make sure I’ve got this right.” His gaze swung to his father. “You hired a bodyguard agency.”
    â€œYes.”
    â€œWhen?”
    â€œTwo weeks ago. Right after you found the tickets for the concert in your mailbox.” Bruce ran a hand over his face and Olivia thought she saw a few new stress lines that hadn’t been there when he’d walked into her office two weeks ago.
    â€œAnd this woman, Maddy,” Wade said. “She