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The only proper night’s sleep she’d had in weeks had been on Saturday night, after Sloan had taken her to the club She’d slept like a baby Too bad they couldn’t play every night

If James was around, he could help with that If James was around, she’d probably sleep anyway Because he the main reason she felt so stressed They hadn’t seen or heard fro her

She bent over, her head throbbing

“That’s right, bend right over, flower”

What?

She ju a little as her head protested She blinked to clear her blurry vision Crap, thison faster than she’d hoped

“Mike? What did you say?”

“I said, bend right over so I can get a good view of that delectable ass”

U she’d expect from Gary, but not his dad

“Mike, are you feeling okay?”

“Oh, I’ just fine, little flower”

Her blood ran cold “Wait It was you? You left the flowers?” Her heart raced, nauseaher stomach roll It had been Mike? She didn’t understand What about Alan?

“Beautiful, sweet Kinley I’ve wanted you fro so desperate and lost I knew you’d be perfect”

“Perfect for what?” She took a step back

“To replace my oeet Catherine, of course God rest her soul”