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fraction. Christ, she was so damn cute. Why couldn’t he meet someone like this in person?
    Because you never get out, dipshit. And even if you did, you’d fuck it up.
    “W-what do you mean?” she asked.
    “There’s way too many things in your room that could identify who and where you are. And there are way too many perverts out here, doing what I’m doing, with far less simplistic reasons for doing it.”
    She glanced around her room, searched for the problems. “Like what?”
    “The books on your shelves tell me you’re a student. Your age tells me you’re in college. Your keys tell me you drive a Honda. Your bookends tell me your real first name starts with a T and your last name starts with an S.”
    And, based on the Studio Diner, he suddenly knew where those uniform colors fit into the mix.
    Her shoulders stiffened, and her head jerked toward the keys on her nightstand as she swung her feet off the bed. She was breathing hard now, her chest rocking fast. “Holy shit.”
    “Hey, hey, it’s okay.” He softened his voice to calm her down. “Most people wouldn’t notice these things unless they were looking, trying to get more information on you. And you’re just so gorgeous and open and warm, men will want more than what you’re giving them here. There are a lot of” — sick, twisted, demented, evil — “…bad people out there.”
    Her head turned toward the camera, expression tight. “And what are you?”
    “Before I tell you that, I just want you to tell me you’ll clear your room of everything remotely personal when you’re on camera.”
    Christ, was she shaking? Her shoulders had curled lower, her hands had fisted, and something in her expression had grown fierce, but she didn’t rush to cover up. “I hear you.”
    He hesitated. “I’m a cop.”
    Her head cocked, and disbelief narrowed her eyes. “ What? ”
    “A cop. That’s why I noticed everything. It’s ingrained. I can’t help it. I wasn’t going to say anything until I saw the diner paper on your bulletin board and put it all together. Which means someone else can put it all together.”
    Her head jerked that direction, and she pushed from the bed, as if she intended to go pull it down. But she stayed put, and Marcus guessed pride kept her rooted.
    “I’m sorry,” he said. “I just don’t want anything bad to happen to you. I know this probably freaks you out, and you don’t know who I am, don’t know if I’m telling you the truth, but… I just want you to think about it. And protect yourself.”
    With her gaze still roaming her room, she licked her lips and nodded. “Okay.” Her voice was soft. Sincere. She slid to a seat on the bed, one foot on the floor, one knee bent, her leg pulled in front of her. “So, what else do you think you know about me?”
    “I think you’re a current or past student at UCSD and part of some type of sports team. I think you picked up this sexcam gig as a way to pick up some fast money.”
    The way her head came up, lips parted, told him he’d hit it dead-on. Fuck, sometimes he hated being right.
    “H-how could you know…?”
    “The picture of the group on your wall. Blue and gold are UCSD colors. And the Studio Diner placed you here.”
    “Here?”
    “I’m in San Diego too.”
    She shook her head. “How did that…?”
    “I chose an option to see women in my general area when I came on the site.”
    Her eyes rounded. “Holy…” she breathed, “shit…”
    He winced. God he felt like such a fucking loser, even though he knew he was doing the right thing. “Have you thought of, I don’t know, doing phone sex instead of cam sex? You’ve got an amazing voice. I don’t know much about it, but it seems phone sex would be more anonymous. You don’t have to get naked—although, your body is incredible, and I have no doubt you’d have a rabid audience…”
    A little smile curved her mouth in a wry lopsided grin. “But?”
    “But… If you’ve done the work to get