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wanted to fix things with his ex, she turned on her heels and strolled back into Turner’s office.
    He stood near the buffet with two mugs of coffee in hand. “Now it’s your turn. Why the guards?”
    “You’re not going to let it go, are you?” She took the mug from him and strolled over to one of the chairs near his desk.
    “No. So you can tell me or I can pull out the whiskey and get you drunk enough to spill all your secrets.” He sat down at the second chair in front of the desk.
    “Wow, and both choices sound so delightful. How will I choose?” She took a sip of the coffee and set it aside. “Lately there’s been some contact from an overeager fan. He believes we’re destined to be together and has expressed that he will do whatever he has to in order to make me his. My manager has been handling the mail I’ve received from him and each letter grows more desperate. The last one said he’d be here waiting to claim me. Now because of some asshole I’m stuck with Kendrick and Matt.” She managed to explain without her heart beating out of her chest with fear.
    “Have you gone to the police?”
    “Reports have been filed, but he’s careful.” She wiped her hands on the legs of her jeans. “We’ve kept it quiet so that we don’t ruin this event. I spoke to Nora and Chelsea about it and they’ve added extra security. Everyone is sure it’s going to go off without any problems.”
    “Except you?”
    “Am I that easy to read?”
    “To me.” He set his coffee aside and leaned forward to lay his hand over hers. “Is there anything I can do?”
    “Thanks, but no. All anyone can do is wait until either the police figure out who he is or he makes a move.” She let out a deep sigh and closed her eyes. “I’m tired of living with this hanging over my head. I’m tired of being afraid to leave my house because he might be watching.”
    “Watching? Has he been stalking you?” The alarm in his voice made her open her eyes.
    “It’s nothing.”
    “Bullshit, Leena. If he’s been watching you that’s not just nothing.”
    She rose from the chair and went to the window. Darkness had fallen and the twinkling lights of the town below and the stars above called to her. She wished she could disappear into the darkness and forget about her stalker. “He believes we’re in love. His letters talk about things he believes we’ve done and he thinks the songs I sing are about him.”
    “Erotomania.” His voice was rough and full of emotion.
    “What?”
    “Erotomania. It’s the delusion where a person believes that another is in love with them. Normally someone famous or of a higher social status, but typically it’s women not men who are doing the stalking.” He went to her and laid his hand on her shoulder. “He will attempt to get close enough to you to act out his fantasy in real life and he will expect you to return his affection.”
    “How do you know so much about this?”
    “I’m a lawyer. While I mostly deal with the hospital’s legal issues, I also take on pro bono cases and many of them are from the women’s shelter. I’ve handled my fair share of stalker cases and abuse victims.”
    “It doesn’t normally end well for the victim.” She leaned back against him and tried to breathe through the fears that were trying to drown her.
    “We’re going to make sure you’re safe.” He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight against him. “Besides contacting the police, what else have you done?”
    “Extended my security, both at work and at home. I thought about going to the media and trying to send a direct message to him. To let him know that I was flattered but not interested. Or to go out on a few dates with someone. I could have gotten a friend to play along or something, but my manager thought it would enrage him.”
    “There’s no reasoning with him.” He ran his hand down her arm. “Trying to deliver a message to him wouldn’t work. He would believe that you’re