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stopped by or called. Are you married?"
    He blinked. "No," he rasped, sounding like he barely ever spoke.
    "Are you dating someone?"
    "No." His brow furrowed as he took the paper cup Eve pushed across the counter at him.
    Valentine crossed her arms. "Then you're going to come see me. Tomorrow afternoon. Two o'clock sharp. Understood?"
    He stared at her like she was insane . Just when she thought she was going to have to beg and plead, he nodded.
    "Good." She smiled. "See you then."
    She turned around and gave her gawking friends a thumbs-up .
    "You're insane," N icole said once she'd rejoined them .
    "With a death wish," M arley added , awe in her voice.
    " I can do this. "Valentine downed the rest of her drink and slammed the cup upside-down on the table . " I'll find the perfect woman for the Hulk. You guys wait and see."

Chapter Five
     
     
    Sophie woke up with the sharp realization that Tony Rossi's house was her biggest problem. It had everything she could possibly want: privacy, a juicer, a workout room, and a huge marble Jacuzzi. She could have hidden there forever .
    She had hidden there forever—at least according to Tony—and it wasn't doing her any good.
    So that morning, instead of huddling in the kitchen nook and writing, Sophie put on a disguise, packed up her journal, and went for a walk. "Take that," she muttered in Tony's general direction as she slammed the door behind her.
    Since she'd come to San Francisco, she'd been careful to maintain her exercise routine. At home, she had a trainer who flogged her, but she'd been doing everything on her own in private. She didn't want to stir up the tabloids by being sighted in San Francisco. Questions would abound, especially since no one suspected where she was.
    Walking outside instead of on the treadmill felt great. The air smelled different in San Francisco than it did in Los Angeles. Hopeful and untainted. Instead of stretches of flatland, there were hills. She liked the variety.
    Somewhere between one big hill and another bigger one, she lost her way. She spent a few minutes trying to figure out which direction she'd come from, but she gave up and took a taxi back to Laurel Heights.
    She paid the cab driver and got out in the not-so-familiar neighborhood. Why anyone lived there, she had no idea. It was upper crust, she gave it that, but it lacked a certain glitz.
    Charming, though. Adorable in a very quaint, little town kind of way. Small, cutesy shops, with flower pots lining the street. An estate jewelry store. A cafe called Grounds for Thought that was bustling with people.
    Settl ing her sunglasses more firmly on the bridge of her nose, she ducked her head as she walked by. The last thing she needed was for someone to spot her. Not that anyone would. She'd taken pains to disguise herself in head-to-toe black . She was known for always being in vivid colors. S he never wore black. Since she'd been in San Francisco, she'd shrouded herself in it.
    Sophie had so many disguises she wasn't sure even she'd recognize the real her.
    She turned off what seemed to be the main street. She stopped and looked around, wondering which direction Tony's house was in. In LA, she had a driver. People assumed it was because she was snooty, but really it was because she constantly got lost.
    The story of her life—in more ways than one.
    Hearing footsteps behind her , s he glanced over her shoulder. Walking about twenty feet behind her was a man in a trench coat. He wore slacks and dress shoes that needed a polish. His gaze was hidden by mirrored sunglasses.
    Was he following her? Sophie's heart began to pound. He looked like a detective, straight from central casting. But why? Were the tabloids looking for a scoop?
    Determined, she walked ahead, looking for a place to duck into. She wasn't ready to be found yet.
    The first shop she came upon had its door wide open, and she walked straight in, closing the door firmly behind her. Looking out the window in the door, she watched