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Pacing across the living rooh the curtains at the e

She’d spent the entire day with the sensation she was being watched by some unseen lurker

And she laid full blame on the shoulders of Dr Nikolo Bartrev

Not because of his abrupt arrival and equally abrupt departure fro one through the routine for Megan’s sake She’d danced, she’d sipped her gin fizz, and laughed on cue, but the evening had gone flat

No, she was used to wishing for things she could never have

It was his warning of anothing but the usual joggers and occasional car drive past, she gave a shake of her head

What had she expected?

A stranger wearing a hockeyon the sidewalk?

Or n that said STALKERS "R" US?

"This is stupid," sheinto the kitchen

Spring break had officially started Classes were out, thetown for warmer climes, and she would have a blessed, uninterrupted week to work on her private research

No doubt Megan would toss her hands up in defeat, but as far as Angela was concerned she’d rather be concentrating on her work than wasting her days on an overcrowded beach

Okay, ht consider--

Entering the kitchen, Angela ca down her spine

Someone had been in here

She didn’t know exactly how she could be so certain Perhaps the htly Or nize

Whatever the cause, her vague unease beca alar the aparted a step before the door was blocked by a slender figure

Angela’s heart slammed to a halt as she took a swift inventory of the intruder

The stranger wasn’t much taller than her, and was dressed from head to toe in black Black leather pants Black turtleneck sweater Black ski rief Did stalkers have a uniforh, sternly reer

Despite the fact the intruder was more or less the same size as herself and clearly feht clothes she could make out hard, lean ela into a painful pretzel

Or worse

"Who are you?" she h her limited options

No Not limited

Nonexistent

Her cell phone was in her purse that she’d left in the living room There was no doubt a knife was tucked in her silverware drawer, but it was across the rooh at hand to use as a weapon

For now her options were talking her way out of danger or hoping for aa shoulder against the doorjamb the intruder revealed she was in far better control of her nerves than Angela

"Would you believe a friend?"

"No"

A nonchalant shrug "Then let’s say I’ela frowned before she gave a set it"

"Do you?"

"Yes But I’m afraid you’ve love Preparing for violence?

"I rarely make mistakes," she drawled Her voice was oddly beautiful Allance toward the expensive equipment that was piled on the kitchen table

"I know it s, but I’m just a scientist," she said, her palone up? Or was it sheer terror that washer? "There’s nothing here that will get you high"

"Just a scientist?" The stranger gave a chiding shake of her head "No, Angela There’s no need for such modesty You’re already considered the brilliant star in the world of genetics"