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Автор: Кейт Хьюит
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reached out and unlocked the door, then pulled it open.

      The man standing there did not look like Neo’s usual imperturbable self. He wasn’t wearing his suit jacket and his expression was nothing less than grim.

      She wiped at her face with the back of her hand. “I … they … someone leaked your Tuesday lessons to the media.”

      “Yes.”

      “I thought they might come inside.”

      “It is a good thing they did not.”

      She nodded, in total agreement.

      “You look like you could use a hot shower. I will make you some tea.”

      “I … yes, that’s a good idea.” She looked around herself at the bathroom, at Neo, and her gaze skimmed the mirror then went screeching back to it.

      She looked like a wreck. She hadn’t brushed her hair since waking, her eyes looked haunted, her skin was pale and there were perspiration stains on her shirt. She needed more than a shower. She needed a complete transformation.

      But she would have to settle for copious amounts of hot water and the promise of tea.

      “Are you all right to be left alone?” Neo asked.

      “Yes.” Absolutely mortified by her own behavior, she wouldn’t have asked him to stay even if it meant losing her piano.

      She didn’t wonder how he’d gotten into the house until after a twenty-minute shower under very hot water. Mulling the question over, she dried her hair as best she could with a towel. She wasn’t going to get an answer until she went downstairs, so she donned fresh clothes and made her way to the kitchen.

      Neo was waiting for her in the otherwise empty room. He indicated a mug of still steaming tea on the table. “Drink up.”

      She sat down and took a sip, almost choking on the sweetness. “How much sugar did you use?”

      “Enough.”

      “For a sugaraholic maybe.”

      “Sweet tea is good for shock.”

      “You say that like you know.”

      “I called my PA, had her look it up.”

      Cass laughed. She couldn’t help it. “I bet she enjoyed that.”

      Neo shrugged.

      “How did you get in the house?” she asked.

      “Bob let me in.”

      “He has a key.”

      “Apparently.”

      “I remember him coming,” she admitted. She’d refused to answer when Bob knocked on the bathroom door, sure her manager would try to talk her into giving interviews.

      “Only one media van remained when I arrived.”

      “What are you doing here?”

      “You left a message on my voice mail.”

      “I thought you were out of the city.”

      “I was.”

      He’d come back. To help her? She had a hard time believing that, but she was glad he was there anyway. She glanced at the clock on the microwave and realized it was already early evening.

      She’d spent more than eight hours in her bathroom. No wonder she’d been so cramped when she’d finally stood up. “I feel like an idiot.”

      “No.”

      “No?”

      “You are no idiot.”

      She made a sound of disagreement and took another sip of the overly sweet tea.

      He sat down across from her. “You have debilitating anxiety related to performing in public.”

      “Yes, but no one was asking me to perform today.”

      “Weren’t they? Isn’t that what the paparazzi do every time they insert themselves into our lives? They demand we perform for them and their audience with a prurient interest in the latest gossip.”

      “Do you think Bob leaked word of your lessons to the media?” Although she couldn’t imagine the furor of this morning caused by piano lessons.

      Neo grabbed a tabloid from the counter behind him and placed it in front of her on the table. It had a picture taken through a telephoto lens of Neo entering her house. “They think you’re something far more interesting than my piano teacher. They believe you are my latest lover.”

      She shuddered, not at the thought of being his lover, but at the prospect of being hounded by the media because of the mistaken impression.

      “The fact that I kept our relationship secret has given rise to wild speculation and the discovery of your identity only intensified interest.”

      “I guess it’s a good thing you cancelled your lesson for today, or you might have walked right into it all.”

      He shook his head. “I apologize for what happened. My press manager has released details of the lessons, but I’m afraid at this point there has already been so much conjecture, interest may take some time to wane.”

      “It’s all right. I overreacted.”

      “Most people would be overwhelmed by a pack of paparazzi on their front step.”

      “And my back deck.”

      “What do you mean?”

      “Someone climbed the deck and tried to get me to open the French doors to my bedroom.”

      Fury suffused Neo’s features. “That is unacceptable.”

      “I agree. It was really frightening.” But the worst part was that she no longer knew what was normal fear, and what was the result of her abnormal phobia of crowds and public performance.

      “That is understandable.”

      “I don’t suppose you want a lesson as long as you are here.”

      He smiled. “Perhaps, after you have eaten.”

      Her stomach growled, right then, reminding her that she had not put anything in it since last night. “I’ll just have some toast.”

      But that was unacceptable. He insisted on having one of his bodyguards deliver take-out. When the meal arrived, she surprised herself by being able to eat.

      “Your manager wanted to stay and talk to you, but I insisted he leave,” Neo said as they were finishing up.

      “Thank you. He probably wanted me to do an interview.”

      “I got that impression.” And Neo did not appear impressed by it.

      “He told me the publicity would help CD sales.”

      “When?”

      “I called him, before calling your office.” She took a sip of the wine that had arrived with the meal. “I’m not sure why I called your office, now that I think about it. I wasn’t exactly thinking rationally.”

      “I am glad you did. Clearly I am the reason for the problem. I should effect the solution.”

      “I think, Neo Stamos, that you are a good man.”

      He looked absolutely stunned by her words, but quickly masked his shock. “I take that as a compliment.”

      “I meant it as one.”

      They didn’t end up having a lesson that evening, but Neo stayed until nine, when the wine and the release of adrenaline caught up with Cass and she began yawning every other minute.

      “You need your rest.”

      “I do.”