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repeat myself before he understood?
    "I'm done, I'm going home."
    "I'm your home," he said simply.
    I reeled backward, feeling like I'd just had a sack of rocks smashed into my face. Recovering, I shook my head.
    "No," I accused. "You're the jerk who was too polite to tell his baby sister and sweet little friend in front of the woman he's been fucking for the last month that they'll ruin their reputations by posing in a fetish catalog."
    "Alexa..."
    He growled my name and I saw a flash of dominance in his gaze. Fear flooded me. For some reason, Jake thought he wanted me to stay. All the sordid details hadn't penetrated his thick head yet. My past was a ticking time bomb for him, his family, his company. When he realized that, the disgust I had anticipated would begin to emerge. He would see me for the soiled baggage I had become.
    Until then, he thought he could make me stay.
    "No!" I held up my hand again as he started toward me. "I may have submitted to you in bed, but that's as far as it goes. We are done and, if you can't see that, I'm certain Dylan will help you figure it out."
    My threat seemed to stun him into some kind of compliance. He stopped advancing, even allowed me to skirt his imposing body and snatch up my purse. If only he had stayed frozen long enough that I could leave the building. Instead, he followed me out to the manufacturing floor where Riona and Marjolein huddled along a bench in just their kimonos and curlers and a dozen or more staff members looking on.
    Both women jumped to their feet, but only Jo-Jo approached me.
    "You look set on leaving," she said.
    I answered with a curt nod. Behind me, Jake's strangled voice begged her to stop my leaving.
    Hearing the hurt in his words, I slowed. My eyes teared up once more. I shook my head, scolded myself against being foolish enough to believe his feelings for me would last much longer. It was only a matter of time, a very short amount of it, before my past was smeared all over television and the internet. The past was a poison that would kill off everything good around me. I needed to get away before that happened. The company could issue some kind of statement about dropping me.
    And maybe I would hold a little of the money back -- just enough to finally sneak across the border into Canada and pray another decade would pass before anyone realized I was illegal.
    "The photographers are still out there," Marjolein said as she stepped a few feet in front of me. When I froze in place, she dared to come close enough to lightly grip my shoulders. "Whoever that awful woman was, she might be out there, too. We can only legally force them off the property."
    I hadn't considered that possibility. I had done the perp walk past the paparazzi at least a dozen times the past few weeks. I could handle them -- or so I thought. Maybe I would disintegrate if Ruth and Donald had said anything on their way in or out. I doubted they had -- Ruth seemed to want nothing more for me to disappear from the world so her friends would remain clueless about our shared past. But I had heard the level of crazy in her voice. Who knew what she had told the press after she had been kicked out of the building.
    Folding her hand around mine, Marjolein led me toward the office she and Riona shared. We stopped at the room's threshold. She kept rubbing my hands like I was a little kid who had spent too much time out in the snow without any mittens.
    "Believe me," she said, dipping slightly to look up into my eyes. "I've spent the last two years helping the Kehoes dodge the cameras. If they don't catch you outside, they'll have people at the airport, here or in Chicago."
    "I have to go," I whispered. My eyes begged her for a solution I couldn't ask for. It had been hard enough to retain any composure telling my story to Jake. If I had to repeat it to Marjolein to get her help, I would break down completely. There was just too much caring and sympathy in her gaze. With Jake, I had forced myself