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The officer paused halfway out the door and turned “Beef up your security and we’ll both sleep easier tonight”

Goose bumps popped to attention on her arms at his pronounce fluent in Chinese in one easy lesson than getting any shut-eye tonight

“She won’t be sleeping here,” Tony said “She’s co with me”

Sylvie whipped around “This is my home”

He arched an eyebrow at her, looking unimpressed “Exactly my point”

“Well then, I leave it to you two to work out” The officer a the stairs for the elevator

Giving herself a few ather her mental armor, Sylvie shut the door andher stalker even one victory by running scared ht her anything, it was that even a single sign of weakness was one too ht she’d known better than to let her real feelings show, let alone vulnerability Not surprisingly, her Tums addiction had been well established by the time Henry and Anton adopted her at twelve

She turned and kept her back pressed against the wood door The sot to the bottom of this mess The si in twisted her insides like a cloith a balloon If Anya were here, she’d be rolling her eyes at Sylvie’s stubborn attitude Anton would be apoplectic Her ex, Daniel, would be ranting

Whatever

She glanced at Tony Tension tightened the line of his shoulders The snap of popping knuckles broke the silence as he fidgeted with his hands But in his heavily fringed eyes, she saw only understanding

God She must be easier to read than a Dr Seuss book

Or…did he just get her?

Chapter Eight

“Style is a sis”

—Jean Cocteau