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the cameras, and it will be perfect. I’ll arrange pictures with lots of models at my after-party. It shouldn’t be a problem when you’re the hottest star in Hollywood.”
    “Thank you. Now, I think you should call Finn.”
    Allegra took another sip of her drink. “I don’t think I’m ready. Is that strange? I love him, yet I know I’m not ready to love him. I feel as if I’m not me yet.”
    “I went through that when I was trying to come to grips with my sexuality. Are you sure you’re not a lesbian?” Nate teased.
    “I’m sure.” Allegra laughed. “Here I’ve done so much on my own, but I’m scared. I never let myself think of a future with Finn. I fell in love and closed my heart to him to protect him. Until I feel comfortable that this whole thing with Harry is over, I’m scared to even think about a happily-ever-after. That is, if he’ll even talk to me after the way I’ve treated him.”
     
    Finn threw a jab followed by a left hook on Kane’s jaw. Sweat dripped down his bare chest and the ridges of his abdomen as he and Kane circled each other in Tigo’s boxing ring.
    “Ouch.”
    “Sorry, I didn’t mean to hit you that hard,” Finn told Kane.
    “No, not the punch . . . the part about Allegra in another guy’s arms. I only met her a couple times here at the gym, but I didn’t take her for that kind of girl.”
    “The kind who makes a guy think he’s the only man for her and then leaps into the arms of someone else?”
    “Yeah, exactly. Hey, we have that commercial to film during Fashion Week, right?”
    “For the sports drink,” Finn told him as he ducked a punch.
    “So, you’ll be in New York with me. Why don’t you hit some of the parties with me? I’m sure my girl has some single friends.”
    Finn thought of Allegra’s smile as that man twirled her around. He didn’t even feel the punch Kane landed. Maybe that was the way to get her out of his mind—find someone new. “Sure. Let’s do it. I can stand a couple more weeks here. It’s not like Allegra and I run in the same circles.”
    “Are you sure about that? I mean, you brought her here, and now she comes every morning.”
    “Dammit. It looks like I’ll be moving my workouts to the evening.”
    “You’re such a wimp. Scared of a little slip of a girl.”
    “You would be, too, if you loved her as much as I do. She has the power to hurt me more than anyone else ever could.”
     
    Allegra printed off the screen shot of the texts Harry had sent her and handed them to Damien.
    “Where’s the phone?”
    “In the Long Island Sound.”
    “It would have helped to have it.”
    “I can see if the gardener can find it. I know where I threw it, but with the waves . . ."
    “No, I just want you to sign this so I can get the records from your phone company.” Damien Wallace shoved a form in front of her to sign. He’d been ticked off since he arrived, and his stiff posture showed her he was still angry.
    “Are you mad at me?” Allegra asked as she signed the form.
    “Hell yeah, I am. I know Mallory and I broke up, but I thought we were friends. You should have told me about this when you got the first text message. Did you at least tell Mallory?” Damien asked, referring to Elle’s best friend who ran security for Simpson Global.
    Allegra shook her head. This was why she didn’t tell them. She would always be the baby of the family they felt needed to be looked after.
    “This guy sounds dangerous. I want a list of who it could be. I’ll look into it myself and pass the information to the state police.”
    “What if it’s a burner phone?”
    “Then it will take longer to get the evidence we need. If he contacts you again, try not to throw the evidence into the drink,” Damien said as he stood up. “Look, Allegra, I’m sorry to get mad. But women seem to think it’s their fault men stalk them so they end up not reporting it. These guys can be dangerous. Sure, sometimes all they want is to grab your panties and