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to let me in, or what?”
    “Fine. Hold on.” She sighed then methodically unlocked a half-dozen dead bolts before pulling the door open. “What are you doing here Mr. Jake? It’s a little late for a visit, don’t you think?
    He pulled his hand from his khaki pants pocket and checked his watch. “If I was a six-year-old, maybe. Why? Is eight-thirty past your bed time?”
    He showed himself to the living room, flopping down on the recliner like he owned it. He wore a denim jacket and a white t-shirt underneath. Even through the two layers Summer could make out the lines of six pack abs. “I thought I would stop by and tell you that after we parted ways this afternoon I did a little legwork. You’ll be happy to know I am now an expert on the life and times of Summer Riley.”
    “Rea lly?”
    “Would you like a brief rundown?”
    “It looks like I don’t have a choice.” She followed him into the room and eyed him. “Go ahead Mr. Harrison. I’m listening”
    With a dramatic clearing of his throat he produced a small pad of paper and a pen from his pocket. “Well,” he began, “for one thing you weren’t lying when you said you were a decent tennis player. Number one female in the world for over four years. Eleven Grand Slam titles.”
    “Twelve,” she corrected.
    “Most experts consider you the best the sport has ever seen.” He looked up from his list. “Impressive.”
    “Thank you.”
    “I also took it upon myself to explore some of your business ventures.” He flipped through the pages, touching the end of his pen to his chin. “Contracts with Nike, Prince, Sketchers, Pepsi, Kodak, Mercedes, Revlon, and L’Oreal. Huh, and I had you pegged as a real blonde.”
    She rolled her eyes. “Are you finished?”
    “Almost. I was also impressed by your immense collection of print work. Glamour, Vogue. You take one hell of a picture, by the way. And you also donate an exorbitant amount of money to an assortment of children’s charities.” He stuffed the paper back in his pocket and flashed a smile. “Over half your earnings. You’re a pretty generous person.”
    “You act like that shocks you.”
    “It does quite frankly. I had you pegged as a selfish princess.”
    “In that case, remind me not to trust your instincts.”
    “I also had a chat with the U.S Tennis Federation and they were really pleased you had hired someone privately to look into your attack. They’re pretty frustrated with law enforcement and the direction of the case so far. I also don’t think they’re too crazy about the guy who handles your affairs, Geoffrey something-or-other.”
    “Martin,” she prompted. “And why do you say that?”
    “Bumbling Buffoon is a phrase most people don’t throw around lightly.”
    “Oh.” She sat down on the couch and exhaled. “Look, do you have a point?”
    “I do.” Motioning for her to stay seated, he stood up in front of her. “I don’t mean to scare you even more than you already are, but the fact remains there is someone out there who wants to hurt you, Hell, maybe something worse. You need help, and fortunately for you, I am prepared to give it to you.”
    She studied his face for a moment, desperate for any sign of insincerity. But if there was one she missed it, too caught up in gut feeling to believe him. A sudden ache spread through her bandaged arm. She grimaced as she ran her other hand over it.
    “You okay?”
    She adjusted the sling, then leaned back against the pillows. “I’m fine,” she said. “It happens from time to time.”
    He nodded then walked around her, glancing up at her wall of pictures. “This is cool, Summer.”
    “Yeah, I think so, too.”
    He pointed to a large snapshot of her holding the Wimbledon Platter. “You think you’ll ever be one hundred percent?”
    “What do you mean?”
    “You’re a tennis star, right?” He motioned like he was swinging a racquet. “Don’t you need your arm?”
    “Of course I can play.” She looked down