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to this childish behavior.
    He exited only a few seconds later and she popped away from the wall, nearly colliding with him.
    “Hello, Mr. Benedict.”
    “Holy shit!”
    She enjoyed the surprised look on his face. Probably few people ever got the jump on this guy.
    “I’m tired of you following me,” she said. “I want you to stop.”
    “I wasn’t—”
    “Don’t waste your breath. I saw you outside my apartment this morning. You must be getting some riveting footage.” She nodded at the tiny video camera dangling around his neck. “Just what, exactly, are you hoping I’ll do? Incriminate myself? You’ll wait a long time for that.”
    For a long moment, Griffin just stared at her as if appraising his chances of lying his way out of this. No way. She’d caught him fair and square.
    He stared for so long, she had to resist the urge to squirm and look away. What did he see? She had an insane suspicion he could read her mind. No: if that were the case, he would see she was innocent of any wrongdoing.
    And he would see her other thoughts, those inappropriate ones involving naked flesh, entwined limbs and tangled sheets. Oh, Lord, she had to stop thinking of him that way.
    His sexy mouth pursed, and she thought he might be trying not to laugh. Damn it, she was not supposed to be amusing. She had worked long and hard to come off as intimidating.
    Clearly he wasn’t intimidated.
    “All right, yes, I was following you. I was hoping you might do something…interesting.”
    “Like what? Strip naked on Main Street?”
    “Now, that would make for interesting footage.”
    She gasped in a breath. His attitude wasn’t helping matters. The unholy light behind those sincere brown eyes hinted that his thoughts were as impure as hers.
    “Wait a minute. You’re a newspaper reporter. Why do you want video footage?”
    He cocked his head but didn’t answer.
    “Are you going to keep following me?”
    Griffin shrugged one careless shoulder. “Wouldn’t be much point, now that you’re onto me.”
    “Good thing, because stalking is against the law. I could have you arrested.”
    “Nice try, but you’d be a little short on evidence.”
    Her blood heated up a notch, and not just from overactive hormones. She was really mad, and the fact that he was so calm, so…amused, just made her want to spit in his eye.
    Don’t let it show. Don’t let it show.
    “Our business is concluded, then, wouldn’t you say?” Maybe this would be the end of it. She tried to step around him, but he blocked her path.
    “Just a minute. I have more questions for you.” He had the nerve to lift the video camera, point it at her and turn it on. A blinking red light told her she was on camera.
    She definitely knew better than to lose her composure when a camera was rolling. “Ask away. What would you like to know, Mr. Benedict?”
    “I thought we were on a first-name basis.”
    “Did you have a question for me?”
    “Yes. In the past month, how many times would you say you’ve spoken to Leo Simonetti?”
    The question caught her off guard. “You mean Anthony. Anthony Simonetti is my client.”
    “No, I meant Leo. Anthony’s father.”
    Raleigh quickly regained her composure. “In that case, the answer is zero. I have no dealings with Leo Simonetti. The only other member of Anthony’s family I’m in contact with is Connie, his sister.”
    “Really.”
    “Yes, really. What’s your point here?”
    Still filming, Griffin pulled a creased piece of paper from the back pocket of his jeans. Another photocopy? What now? He handed the paper to Raleigh, and she unfolded it. It was a copy of her cell phone bill. One phone number, which appeared numerous times, was highlighted in yellow.
    Raleigh didn’t immediately recognize the number, but that didn’t mean much. She made hundreds of phone calls in a month.
    “Do you recognize that piece of paper?” Griffin asked.
    “It appears to be a copy of my cell phone bill, although I cannot, at this