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Then, rising from the desk, she dropped backward onto the bed of her sterile room. On paper, this B&B was probably a great buy, but the place simply had nothing interesting about it. Beige walls, pastel sheets, neutral abstract painting on the wall. It even smelled boring, and she hadn’t thought that was possible.
    Still, she’d set up the spreadsheets that Wyatt had requested. Interestingly, he’d had her work on Miranda’s B&B, not this beige place. Even though they’d left the St. Louis area with no apparent hope of ever setting foot in Cherry Moon again, his mind must have still been churning away on that place.
    Good. She hoped he could figure something out.
    Not so good was the way he’d kept looking at her throughout the day. At least a dozen times or more she’d found him staring at her with a pinch between his brows and a tightness to his mouth. He was thinking about her, worrying about something in that massive brain of his. But what? And why?
    All sorts of panicked thoughts had run through her mind. Was he thinking of firing her? Promoting her? Sleeping with her?
    She dismissed that one immediately. Just because she’d had erotic fantasies about him almost from the first moment they’d met didn’t mean he had any similar inclinations. He’d always treated her with the utmost courtesy. Something that made him infinitely more attractive even as it quashed the idea that there would ever be anything between them. She was his personal assistant, plain and simple. A damn good one, that’s for sure. But at the end of the day, he was boss, she was employee.
    She stripped out of her clothes, carefully packing them away before laying out tomorrow’s outfit. The plan was for one day in Effingham before traveling to Terre Haute, then Valparaiso, then—hallelujah—back home to Chicago. After that…well, she didn’t want to think about it, because her mother was there, living a bare ten minutes’ drive away. It had been a mistake to find an apartment so close, but that was a problem for later. Right now, blessed sleep.
    And a dream…

    She was walking through a park at night. She hadn’t a clue where she was going and why it was so urgent, but she was looking for something, she thought, and it was really important. Unfortunately, the park was creepy dark and the trees made all those menacing sounds that screamed “slasher flick.”
    She shivered, clutching her purse tight. In it, she had her rent money—in cash, of course, because this was clearly a horror film and… She looked down at a lock of hair curling over her too-massive boobs. It was a glowing kind of blond and… Oh hell. She was the dumb blonde in a horror movie. Lord, she’d rather go back to her train dream, but no such luck. She was stuck in a park about to be sliced by a maniac.
    She tried to call out. She tried to scream at Freddie or Chuckie or whomever the monster was to hurry up and get this over with. But she couldn’t. She was too busy scanning beneath the bushes for whatever it was that she’d lost. Moron. Really, what could be that important? She was about to get eaten by the Zombie Apocalypse.
    She heard something—a whimper or a groan—and she immediately dropped down to her knees. Great, a non-defensible position.
    There it was! A shiver of dark chestnut amid the shadows. A flash of white. Teeth? But it was exactly what she’d been looking for. She started to wiggle lower, reaching under the brush to get it.
    Hurry! Hurry! Her heart started beating hard, sweat made her hands slick, and she felt the prick of the thorn bush as it ripped into her skin.
    Then she heard it. Or rather not it , but a lack of sound, a muffling of the wind and the trees and the crackle of dead branches. Dream Megan didn’t hear it. Of course not. But Real Megan was an expert on horror movies, and she knew that any lack of sound was deadly.
    Wake up! Wake up!
    No such luck. She was too busy shaking her butt as she wriggled her way half underneath the