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I hang up, then pace across the room. Marcus watches me silently.

“I used the interceptor device,” I tell him. “So whoever got my phone…it won’t do anything. They won’t get anything.”

“Good.”

I pace again before finally stopping in front of him where he was sitting on the bed. “You came out to the east coast early for this, didn’tyou?”

He looks me right in the eye. “Sure. A little. But I also need to do some real estate hunting while I’m in NewYork.”

“Foryou?”

“Not exactly.”

I laugh. “You know what my favorite thing is about you? How forthcoming you are with interesting facts and explanations. It’s so refreshing—”

He cuts me off with a demanding kiss, then he tugs on my ponytail. “It’s for my cousin Astrid. She has an exhibit that needs a tall, vertical space. She doubts she’s going to find a gallery that can accommodate her, so we’re going to use this as an opportunity to try something new with our foundation.”

“Oh.” That sounds cool. “What kind of exhibit?”

“It’s called Climb a Mountain.” He eases me onto the bed, and I roll onto my side. He fits in behind me as the big spoon and keeps talking about the exhibit, but I’m drifting again.

The next thing I know, he’s quietly rubbing my wrist.

“I’m fine,” I say for the hundredth time today.

“I know,” he whispers. “But that was scary for me, too.”