eyes. “She would indeed. My apologies, Jethro. Such a tragedy to lose her so young. Do you know how her—”
“Family is doing?” Lexi quickly interrupted before Irene could mention Alliyah had a daughter. “Yes. Everyone misses Alliyah terribly but we’re doing as well as can be expected.”
“Good, that’s good. She’s lucky to have had you for a friend. You let us know if we can do anything.”
“Absolutely,” Thomas confirmed. “And remember, you’re welcome back with the troupe anytime you want.”
“Thank you both. You have a good evening now.” She gave them both a peck on the cheek and sent them on their way.
“Sorry about that.” She patted Jethro on the arm. “But no harm done.”
She hoped not anyway. She wanted to be the one to tell Jethro about Jazi. To gauge his reaction and sway him to her cause. He was a sharp guy; she didn’t want him to be wondering about a child in Alliyah’s life and start counting down the months.
“What are you after?”
“What?”
Jethro’s firm grip on her arm gave her no option but to join him in a dimly lit hallway.
“Hey.” She tried to shake her arm loose, but he held on.
“Who are you?” he demanded.
“I don’t know what you mean. I’m Lexi.”
“How is it that you know everyone?”
“I don’t know everyone. That’s crazy.” She pulled against his grip. “You’re hurting me.” Not really, but he had her unnerved and that was close enough.
“Quit squirming and it won’t hurt.” His fingers loosened but he retained his hold, forcing her to follow him down the hall.
“Let me go and I’ll quit squirming.”
He opened the door of a well-appointed office. It had a feminine feel and Lexi guessed it belonged to Lana, the gallery manager.
Jaw clenched, he released her. Then frowned at the red marks on her skin. “Your skin is too delicate.”
She rubbed her arm singeing him with a reproachful glare. “Apology accepted.”
She dropped into a visitor’s chair and crossed her legs.
“Sorry,” he muttered belatedly, grudgingly. He sat on the edge of the desk. “Now tell me how you know so many people. I saw you talking with people all over the gallery.”
“Just because I talked to people doesn’t mean I know them. Is this about me not protecting you from the madding crowd? You seemed fine whenever I glanced your way.”
“Mocking me will not save you. Answer the question.”
“Save me?” She laughed.
He didn’t.
“You targeted me, Ms. Malone. I want to know why.”
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