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Jasper nodded. “Max said you have some concerns, Ms. Moore. I wanted to personally assure you no one, not myself, not Cole, and certainly not Max, would ever violate the confidentiality of a client. It’s not who we are as a firm or as individuals.”

She hoped to God that was true.

“You’ll meet Cole when we get back to your apartment. Jasper won’t be at the apartment tonight. He was supposed to be off for the next two weeks, and he needs to go break the news to his girlfriend.”

Shay frowned. She didn’t want to ruin someone’s vacation. Time with the person you loved was precious. Her marriage might have failed, but she still believed in love and the fabled happily ever after.

“I’m sorry if this has caused you any trouble.”

Jasper shook his head. “No, ma’am. Sloane will understand. She’s a fan, and she’d have my head if something happens to you because I wasn’t there.”

“You should bring her by the set for…”

Max and Jasper were both shaking their heads.

“What?”

“It’s against our policy,” Jasper explained. “Sloane understands that.”

That seemed a little much, but she wasn’t going to argue the point. Maybe once they caught the stalker, she could offer again. She loved meeting fans as much as she did acting. If her performance could inspire emotions in people, then she became inspired herself.

“Did you drive this morning?” Max pushed off the trailer.

She shook her head. “A car service brought me.”

“You can ride with me, then. It’s not what you’re used to, but it’s less likely your stalker will be expecting you in a truck.”

“I grew up on a farm in Virginia. I’m used to beat-up old trucks.”

Jasper snickered at the look Max tossed her, but she ignored him and went into her trailer to gather her things. Max seemed to be making assumptions about her. Maybe he was used to dealing with assholes when it came to actors, but he’d learn real quick she wasn’t the typical stereotype he seemed determined to stick her into.

Well, she’d just have to change his mind. Not all actors were assholes. Despite her own bad experience, she firmly believed that. She just had to prove it to Max as well.

It only took her a minute to collect her things and rejoin the men outside. Max stood by himself, staring off into the distance.

“Where did Mr. Watkins go?”

“He’ll be following us back to your apartment before he heads home.” Max gestured for them to start walking. “I have to warn you, your apartment is a mess.”

“I know. I was the one who reported the break-in.”

A mess didn’t even begin to describe her place. Furniture had been turned over, papers everywhere, broken dishes, broken glass, even her fish tank had been turned over. She felt so bad for the fish that had died a horrible death.

“Our forensic team went over everything as well. We found several fingerprints the police missed. Viktor wants a list of everyone who has access to your apartment so he can start matching prints.”

“There’s only the building supervisor and whoever he lets in for maintenance purposes.”

“You don’t have a housekeeper?”

She shook her head. “I don’t need someone to clean my own house.”

His eyebrows shot up, but they were through the gate and heading toward a nearly empty parking lot. Most of the crew parked to the side, and only the corporate and visitor parking was in the front.

“Did you get a pass and parking permit from the security office?”

“Yes, Jasper and I both did earlier.” He pulled his keys out of his pocket and hit the key fob. His truck wasn’t old or even beat-up. It was a new model black Chevy Silverado. Dirty, but well taken care of.

“I thought you said it was an old beat-up truck?” She quirked a brow when he opened the door for her.

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