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“What?” He asks.

“Women like the look of you, and dislike me for being next to you.”

He stands and puts his hand out for me to take. “I don’t care about other women. The only one I care about is you.”

We step through the restaurant and get on the elevator. His words rattle around my head giving me a headache. A few minutes later we’re sitting in the car with old eighties rock playing on the radio. “Want to go back to the hotel?”

I nod, yawning. “I’m tired. What time is our flight tomorrow?”

He makes a turn in the direction of the hotel as he answers. “We’re catching a ride back with Cameron tomorrow evening, late.”

“Oh?”

“Perks of being friends with billionaires.”

Nodding, I set my head against the headrest and think about everything I know about Preston Dixon, former Navy SEAL.

Chapter 12

DIXON

Madison sleeps in the second bedroom of the suite. We’ve got a list of places to visit tomorrow, and I’m more hopeful than I’ve been in years. Sipping my scotch, I’m waiting for Ella to get back to me about what she’s found. The line clicks back on.

“Sorry.” She mutters.

“No problem.”

“So, the stalker used a courier to send the package. It appears he, and I’m using the word, ‘he’ because most stalkers are men. He mailed the letters from around the city, but one came from Phoenix.”

“Phoenix? Was she being stalked in Phoenix?”

“I don’t think so. The Bobcats’ security team hadn’t received anything. I assume Madison hasn’t mentioned any other issues.”

“She hasn’t. If the person who sent them was in Phoenix, and is now in Dallas, it ratchets up my concern.”

She pauses. “Mine too. I got her itinerary for her photo shoot from Lily for December. I assume you’re going?”

“Yes. Though I hope this stalker thing is long worked out before that trip.”

“I’ll put it on the books. We’ll send you down in the smaller CPSP jet.”

Perks of knowing billionaires. “Thanks. We’ll be in tomorrow night.”

“Make sure you remind her to keep that panic necklace on.”

“Oh, I am. I don’t plan to be far enough from her that she’ll have to use it.”

She coughs. “I wondered when the possessive Dixon was going to show up. Just remember you work for CPSP, so keep it professional.”

“I will. Thanks Ella.”

I stand under the hot water spray in my shower, trying to wash off the restlessness from the night before. With Madison sleeping in the adjacent bedroom, my cock couldn’t settle and frankly neither could my heart or mind. I’m impatient to see her. My hand stretches down as I grab my cock, stroking up. I’ve never felt like I felt when I made love to Madison. It was the first and last time my heart engaged in sex.

MADISON

We stroll through Central Park. It’s wilder than I’ve seen in photos. Birds chirp in the trees, but it’s the sound of the zoo that captures my attention. I’m finishing the hotdog from the vendor cart and it’s better than I expected. Dixon finishes eating two in the time it takes me to get half of mine down. He hands me the soda cup we’re sharing, and I take a sip.

“We’ll have time to grab a nice dinner before we head out tonight. Thoughts about what you want to eat?”

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