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hugging her. She was always crying, always sad.
    “Oh, Sweet Pea, she loved you. She just didn’t know how to express it because no one showed her how.”
    “You did. You loved me and showed it every day.”
    Mimi shrugged, “I’m French.”
    Alexandria shifted so her head was on the pillow. She heard Mimi’s soothing voice and felt like twelve years old again. Whenever her parents started to fight she would always escape to Mimi’s sanctuary. In Mimi’s room she couldn’t hear them. She felt safe. Tonight she felt safe. Whoever was following her couldn’t hurt her.
    “Do you want me to tell you the story of how I met Josephine Baker?”
    Alexandria smiled. She’d heard the story a million times as a child and yet every time she heard it, it was almost as if she was hearing it for the first time.
    “Yes, please.”
    “Josephine was given a few nicknames—the “Bronze Venus”, the “Black Pearl”, and the “Créole Goddess”—and she deserved every one of them. I was in a quaint little club called…”

Chapter Three
    S am turned toward the bedroom door when he heard the front door open. Reaching for the gun on top of the duffle bag, he crept slowly toward the bedroom door.
    Waiting.
    After chasing that car outside the apartment last night, he had a whole lot of questions and no answers.
    First and foremost, why was he being followed? Did it have anything to do with her
Royal Highness
? Had to be, since he noticed the tail after he left the estate. Why would anyone want to hurt her?
    Footsteps on the hardwood floor clunked down the hall, definitely male, moving toward the bedroom. He cocked his gun just as the…
    “Jesus, Matt! I almost put a bullet in you. What are you doing here?”
    “Ahh… I live here,” Matt said, tossing the newspaper folded under his arm onto the bed. Since there was nothing in the room but the king-sized bed, it was a dumping ground for everything. He eyed the gun while running his hand through his sun-bleached hair. “I didn’t expect to get shot in my own house. Point that elsewhere, if you don’t mind.”
    “You said you were staying at the executive suite.”
    Sam put the gun in the duffle bag and zipped it up. Matt grabbed a clean white shirt and dark slacks from the closet. That meant one thing. He would guess that Matt had a date last night that had just ended and he needed to be in tiptop shape before he headed back to the corporate tower. After all, one can’t show up with a five o’clock shadow and red eyes at corporate headquarters.
    For Matt, it was all about the show, putting the best foot forward and making the money. Sometimes he wondered about his friend. How far would he go for the money?
    “I thought you already left for the estate.”
    “I’m on my way out,” Sam said grabbing his bag off the bed. “You can have the place to yourself at least for the next week anyway for your excursions if she’s not welcome at Prescott’s executive suite.”
    Sam’s comment was meant as a joke but it wasn’t received that way.
    “I had a date last night. The condo is closer. Changing here is more convenient,” Matt explained. “Look, I know you don’t like Prescott and that’s fine. Whether you like him or not you’re in his employment for the next seven days so if I were you, I’d reign in that temper of yours. For the record I love my job at the corporate tower.”
    The warning edge in Matt’s voice stopped Sam in mid stride at the bedroom door.
    “No need to preach to me. I was joking.”
    “No you weren’t. You used to know how to have a good time. Now all you do is complain. Despite what you think, the world doesn’t revolve around you. Whatever is eating at you, deal with it. And if this is about Melanie Daniels, you need let it go before it pulls you under.”
    Sam hadn’t told Matt the whole story regarding his quick exit from Boston to the Sunshine State, but apparently with all of Matt’s connections, he had already found out enough