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She dreamt of him that night.

Not of Brian, but of her late husband. The dream was so real, so frightening she could feel herself breaking out into a cold sweat. It was only after a few moments had passed that she realised there was no one standing over her, that the heavy breathing she heard was her own.

Still, she couldn’t shake the feeling that someone had been in the room with her.

Turning on the lamp beside her bed didn’t reveal anyone standing in the shadows, or taking shelter behind her drapes.

She was alone.

And maybe going a little crazy.

Lila took a long breath, trying to steady her nerves. She was about to turn off the light again when the phone rang. Lila yanked the receiver. “Look, you sick, perverted scum, you keep this up and I’m going to track you down and trust me, you really don’t want me to do that.”

“Oh, I don’t know, it sounds promising,” the deep male voice on the other end said.

Lila was stunned. And relieved. He was the man she wanted to hear from. “Brian…”