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me? That’s not at all creepy.” It was totally creepy. She took one step closer to the door.
    â€œWrong choice of words.” He ran his fingers through his hair, pushing it out of his eyes. “I’ve been up most of the night waiting for you to wake up. So you didn’t freak out. So I could explain...”
    â€œGo ahead then. Explain.” Kira sat on the corner of the bed closest to the door, making sure she had a clear path, her hand inside the bag on her lap, her fingers wrapped around the canister of pepper spray she kept on her keychain. Just in case.
    â€œRemember how I told you it wouldn’t have been right for me to have sex with you?”
    She nodded.
    â€œThat’s because my being in that bar last night wasn’t a random coincidence.” He looked her straight in the eyes. “I’d followed you from your office.”
    Kira didn’t wait to hear more. “That’s it.” She stood. “I’m out of here.”
    Derrick stood, too.
    The movement wasn’t in any way threatening, but when he reached for her Kira whipped out the pepper spray and held it few inches from his face. “Don’t.”
    He stopped and held up both hands in surrender. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
    â€œNo, you’re not,” Kira told him, standing tall and on guard, confident in her ability to protect herself thanks to several self-defense classes. “By the way, I’ve been taught that you should never trust a man who says ‘I’m not going to hurt you,’ because that means he’s thought about it.”
    â€œOr,” Derrick countered, his hands still raised up by his shoulders, “it means he realizes he’s bigger and stronger and he really doesn’t want you to think he’s going to use his size or strength to hurt you.”
    He said the words matter-of-factly, but Kira could sense his tension.
    â€œWho are you? Why were you following me?”
    â€œI’m Derrick Limone.”
    Limone. Why did that name sound familiar?
    â€œI got a HIPPA form signed and faxed it down to your office, just like you asked. Then you wouldn’t take my phone calls. So late yesterday afternoon I rushed down to the city to meet you at your office to give it to you in person so you’d speak with me about my mother.”
    His mother. “Daisy Limone.” Un-friggin’-believable.
    â€œI missed my train,” he went on. “So I drove down from White Plains, in Westchester County, where I live and work. I drove past your office just as you and Connie were getting into a cab out front...so I followed it.”
    â€œYou followed it? You think that’s acceptable behavior to follow me after business hours? Why on earth would you do such a thing?” Because he was a total nut job!
    â€œYou wouldn’t take my calls.”
    He said it like it made perfect sense. It didn’t. The man was obviously not right in the head. “Which son are you?” she asked. “The attorney who called me degrading names and threatened to sue me or the doctor who yelled at me and hung up on me?”
    â€œThe doctor,” he admitted, looking guilty. “But in my defense, you were giving me a pretty hard time.”
    Not as hard as he deserved for not stepping up to take care of his mother like a good son should. His mother . Then it clicked. Him taking Kira to a rural location, his father knocking on the door. Her eyes went wide and she sucked in a breath. He didn’t! “I’m at your parents’ house? In West Guilderford?” Four hours from her home.
    He just stood there.
    â€œYou really are insane.” She backed toward the door. “As in mentally unhinged and in need of inpatient psychiatric therapy. Immediately.”
    â€œNo. I’m not.”
    â€œYou kidnapped me!”
    â€œKidnapped you?” He crossed his arms over his chest. “Let’s talk about that,