Page 62 of The Healing Touch

“Yeah, my mood has everything to do with her. Now, what the hell do you want at two in the morning?”

“Viktor called and told me about your stalker. I didn’t get a chance to look her up until about an hour ago. I was finishing the IT setup at Conner’s new club.”

“What club?”

“He didn’t tell you?” Mason yawned. “He’s opening a new club in New York. Since all you fuckers seem to be migrating there, he wanted to be close to family and bought some property in the city. He should be set up to open in a few months. He just wanted the IT stuff done first, for security purposes.”

“No, the motherfucker didn’t tell me he was opening a dance club.”

“I never said it was dance club.”

The mirth in the boy’s tone set Dimitri’s teeth to grinding. “Then what kind of fucking club is it?”

“Sex club.”

“The fuck?” Conner owned a sex club? What the fuck? Did Viktor know? They were twins, after all. Something he’d ask him later.

“Yeah, well, take it up with him. I only set up his damn computer system and the security. We need to talk about your stalker, one Miss Charlene Moyer.”

“What about her?”

“You have no idea who she is, do you?”

“A woman I fucked regularly for a couple months, that’s about it.”

“Well, she has a history. She seems to like to attach herself to rich boyfriends. There have been some issues. I’m still digging, but it’s enough for me to tell you to change all your passwords for everything, and I mean everything. Block her on all your social media.”

“Becca already did all that for me, at least the social media stuff. I’ll change my passwords for everything else tonight. Why is this so urgent?”

“She can get a little too clingy. Nothing psychotic, at least not that I’ve found.”

“But?”

“But she has caused some serious fallout for these guys. Ruined images, she even got into the online banking of her last boyfriend and emptied out his accounts. There’s an actual arrest warrant out for her in Philadelphia. She knows her way around a computer.”

“Well, fuck.”

“Yeah, fuck. I did some preliminary digging and found she’s posting all kinds of stuff on her page about you. Nothing I can really do there unless you want me to hack her?”

“What kind of stuff?”

“Oh, the usual spurned lover shit. How you’re horrible, selfish, tossed her aside for some new whore. By that, I think she means the woman you’re with?”

“The woman I’m with is Becca. She came down to help out with the book signing.”

“Your PA Becca?” Mason asked, surprised. “She sounds hot as fuck.”

“She is, and get your mind out of her pants. Charlene isn’t…”

“What the hell?”

Becca’s shout yanked his gaze over to her. “What?”

“Your ex-flavor of the week is posting shit about me.” Her brown eyes were almost black with anger. “People are sharing her posts on my page, Dimitri. I don’t do this drama crap. She’s calling me a sixpence whore.”

Dimitri snorted, trying to keep from laughing. Sixpence whore? Leave it to Charlene to try to sound smarter than she was. “That is kind of funny.”

“It isnotfunny!” Becca screeched, shoving her laptop aside to jump up and start pacing. “People are going to read this shit, Dimitri. They’re going to believe it, and then they’re going to start asking me questions, all of them everywhere, crowding me…”

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