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some notes before getting up. “I’m going to put a call into the LAPD and get that file. Please wait here.”
    “Thanks, Thomas,” Tony walked Detective Henry to the door, as the obnoxious officer from before tried to reenter the room, Tony shut the door on the disbelieving man face.
    Awkward silence filled the room. How many hours had she imagined having Lucas across the table from her, an arm’s reach away? But it could have been miles for as close as she felt. Kiloran didn’t blame him for the hatred in his eyes; she’d earned that. All in the name of keeping him safe. She had known then that it would break her heart, had imagined it would be difficult. And she’d assumed he would move on—get married, have babies with another woman. God, the thought made her want to vomit.
    But she’d never expected he would close up from the world, become a woman-hating shell of the man he once was. She’d underestimated his feelings for her, hadn’t taken into account that he loved her in a way she couldn’t understand or imagine. But in the end, she hadn’t just broken his heart. She’d broken him. That was her burden to bear.
    “Kiloran.” She blinked and focused on Tony’s fingers snapping before her eyes. “Are you okay? You look green.”
    “Green? Not flattening with my complexion.” She forced a weak smile onto her lips, but she could feel them trembling even as she blinked back the tears. “This is all my fault.”
    “How is some nutcase your fault?” The kindness in Tony’s voice undid her, and tears fell free over her cheeks.
    “Christ,” Lucas grumbled from across the table, she didn’t look at him—didn’t need to see the apathy. She flinched as his metal chair scraped the floor. “I need some coffee.”
    “I’ll get it.”
    “Tony.” Lucas’s voice held a warning for his brother, but true to form Tony didn’t listen.
    “Be right back. There are tissues in the corner over there,” he said, slamming the door behind him.
    Kiloran steadied her breathing, focused on what she had to do. She was an actress for goodness sake; she could act like she was in control. But as she looked up into Lucas’s face, everything she knew, wanted, and yearned for crumble around her.

    Remind me to kill Tony . Lucas looked at the petite woman before him. Could this week get any worse? He didn’t really want to ask that question because he was afraid of what the answer might be. He grabbed the box of tissues from the corner of the table and slammed them down in front of the sobbing woman before him.
    “Here,” he said in a voice gruff to his own ears. Why did seeing this woman in tears and in pain bother him? That it bothered him at all made Lucas angrier than he already was. She deserved not an ounce of compassion from him. Yet there she was, free of makeup and all the products of Hollywood. And in pain. She didn’t want him to see her like this, and it should have again made him feel justified and given him some sense of satisfaction, but instead it just made him uncomfortable.
    Why does Tony always leave just when you want him to stay? Lucas looked back at the door, willing it to open, willing someone to come in and deal with this. A stalker trying to kill him was a far better alternative to Kiloran across the table trying hard to conceal her sobs, her small frame shaking with every cry she muffled into her folded arms. Her long, curly, red hair, back to its natural ginger color, curtained her face but didn’t act as a sound barrier. “You’re going to make yourself sick.”
    She just shook her head and looked to be trying harder to control the sobs, with little effect, as they only doubled down. He had only seen her like this one other time, shortly after they’d started dating; her father had suffered a stroke and she had been beside herself, unable to get back to Dublin to be with him due to her schedule. She had cried in his arms until exhaustion had finally overcome her.
    He knew when Kiloran