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  1. AUTHOR’S NOTE
  2. PROLOGUE HIM
  3. CHAPTER ONE AUDREY
  4. CHAPTER TWO CAT
  5. CHAPTER THREE AUDREY
  6. CHAPTER FOUR CAT
  7. CHAPTER FIVE AUDREY
  8. CHAPTER SIX CAT
  9. CHAPTER SEVEN HIM
  10. CHAPTER EIGHT AUDREY
  11. CHAPTER NINE AUDREY
  12. CHAPTER TEN HIM
  13. CHAPTER ELEVEN CAT
  14. CHAPTER TWELVE AUDREY
  15. CHAPTER THIRTEEN HIM
  16. CHAPTER FOURTEEN AUDREY
  17. CHAPTER FIFTEEN HIM
  18. CHAPTER SIXTEEN CAT
  19. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN AUDREY
  20. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN CAT
  21. CHAPTER NINETEEN HIM
  22. CHAPTER TWENTY AUDREY
  23. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE CAT
  24. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO AUDREY
  25. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE AUDREY
  26. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR HIM
  27. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE CAT
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX AUDREY
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN HIM
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT CAT
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE HIM
  32. CHAPTER THIRTY AUDREY
  33. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE CAT
  34. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO AUDREY
  35. CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE AUDREY
  36. CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR AUDREY
  37. CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE CAT
  38. CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX AUDREY
  39. CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN AUDREY
  40. CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT HIM
  41. CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE CAT
  42. CHAPTER FORTY AUDREY
  43. CHAPTER FORTY-ONE HIM
  44. CHAPTER FORTY-TWO AUDREY
  45. CHAPTER FORTY-THREE AUDREY
  46. CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR CAT
  47. CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE HIM
  48. CHAPTER FORTY-SIX AUDREY
  49. CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN AUDREY
  50. CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT HIM
  51. CHAPTER FORTY-NINE AUDREY
  52. CHAPTER FIFTY CAT
  53. CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE AUDREY
  54. CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO CAT
  55. CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE AUDREY
  56. CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR HIM
  57. CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE CAT
  58. CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX AUDREY
  59. CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN MAX
  60. CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT CAT
  61. CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE AUDREY
  62. CHAPTER SIXTY MAX
  63. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  64. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Shit.

Someone was out there. Terror climbed my throat, and I tried to think rationally. Last time I had confronted someone in the alley, I’d made the mistake of charging at them with that shoe. They’d fled into the night, and I’d been left without even a description of the creep to give to the police. This time I needed to be more shrewd. I would sneak out there, capture this disgusting Peeping Tom on my phone, and then call the police. Even if he booked it before they arrived, at least then I could give them a suspect. Maybe they would catch him and I could finally relax.

I opened the front door and gate as quietly as I could, but nearly blew my cover when I tripped over a random cardboard box in my walkway. I covered my mouth to mask my surprised inhalation, shoved the empty box out of the way with my foot, and began creeping along the building to the alley. Once I’d reached the alley gate, I took a deep breath and readied the camera on my phone. With my pulse thundering in my ears, I peered through the gap between the gate and the building.

There was no one there.

Confused, I threw open the gate and stepped into the alley, turning around to see every corner of it.

It was only when I pivoted back around that I realized the gate at the other end of the alley was ajar, swinging slightly on its hinges as though someone had just gone through it.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN AUDREY

I woke groggily, consciousness sticky with the remnants of a sleeping pill. Unnerved by the incident with the near miss with someone in the alley, I’d been unable to sleep. At two in the morning, exhausted but wired, I swallowed an Ambien and fell into a dark, dreamless slumber.

I reached for my alarm-bleating phone and found that it wasn’t charging in its usual spot on my cardboard box–slash–nightstand. Only after riffling through my tangled sheets did I find it in bed beside me, along with my laptop. Rubbing my eyes, I plugged in my phone and set about my first task of the day: checking the Hirshhorn social media accounts. I gave a cursory glance to the hundreds of comments that had appeared on the posts about the Rosalind opening, promising myself I would read them more fully once I was at the office and had consumed some caffeine—preferably enough caffeine to give half the city the jitters.

Next, I checked my personal account and found a bunch of messages about Gossip Girl (Chair 4ever!, You’re prettier than Serena!, I ♥ GG!), including one from Nick: That’s what you’re doing instead of me? Lame, Aud. Lame.

I lay back on my pillow and turned the camera on myself, fanning my hair out around my head like rays of the sun. I experimented with a few different angles before taking a selfie using a filter that gave me puppy ears. I uploaded it to my Story with an animated GIF of a dancing cup of coffee.