ruefully.
“Not exactly,” Jonas conceded. “I’ve met Butler. Do you have any idea how Lily gets on with the rest of the cast?”
“Really well, I think— No, wait a minute, she did mention there was some problem with the assistant director during rehearsals.”
“What sort of problem?”
“Not sure.” Gabriel’s gaze sharpened. “Are you thinking the stalker is someone Lily actually knows ?”
Jonas was exploring every avenue, and that included Lily’s enemies as well as her friends. “What’s the guy’s name?”
“Mitchell…? Marvin…? No, I’m pretty sure his name’s Maurice.” Gabriel’s brow cleared. “Do you think he might have something to do with this? If he does, then I want to be there—”
Jonas stood up. “I’ll take any information you have to give, but anything else is out of the question. I appreciate this is your sister and you’re worried about her, but you have your own business to run, so I would appreciate you allowing me to do the same.”
“I thought Seth was back today?”
“He’s running late.” Jonas sighed. “Guess he’s finding it difficult to leave his bed and bride of three weeks.”
“Can’t say I blame him.”
“Me either.” Seth Armstrong was the closest thing Jonas had to a brother, and his wife, Diana, was beautiful and her softness totally complimented Seth’s harsher nature. She also grounded Seth in a way he had never been before, as Seth gave Diana the confidence to live her life without fear. Jonas couldn’t have been happier for them. “He’s a lucky bastard.”
“Would you be talking about me?” Seth breezed into the office as if he wasn’t over an hour late, a smug smile on his face as evidence the two men had been correct about the reason for that delay.
“As it happens, yes.” Jonas shook his friend’s hand. “It’s all yours.” He stepped away from the desk belonging to Seth, which he had occupied for the other man’s three-week absence. “I’ll walk out with you, Gabe.”
The two men came to a halt outside the reception area of Grayson Security.
A nerve pulsed in Gabriel’s jaw. “She’s my little sister, Jonas.”
“I know that, and I promise you I will do everything in my power to make sure she stays safe.” And that included protecting her from himself. Last night, Jonas had stepped over a line. It couldn’t be allowed to happen again.
Chapter 4
“Oh my God…” Lily hadn’t slept well, then had to suffer a visit from her brother Asher this morning—he was only marginally less domineering than Gabriel—and now this .
This being the graffiti-covered walls of her dressing room.
Jonas took one look at the words spray-painted in red on the walls and pulled Lily back out into the hallway, closing the door firmly behind them. He sincerely hoped she hadn’t had time to read those words. Being called a “whore,” “bitch,” and several other words no woman should be called was a bloody awful way for her to start her working day.
The shocked look on her pallid face said she had seen and read all those names. “Why is he doing this?”
Jonas took her in his arms, liking the way her head fit against his chest far more than he should have done, considering his decision last night to keep his distance. “It’s what usually happens with stalkers. When they receive no response to their overtures, they tend to get nasty.”
She looked up at him in amazement. “Those letters weren’t overtures, they were disgusting. As for the roses… They were just sick.”
“Not to him. He thinks he’s paying you a compliment.”
Lily gave a shudder of distaste. “And how could I have given a response, when I have absolutely no idea who’s doing this?”
“I never said stalkers were logical.”
Jonas didn’t say much at all.
As he’d said he would, Jonas had been waiting outside her apartment building for her earlier, once again dressed in that ankle-length black leather duster, his T-shirt a dark