His head cocked, eyes steady on my own face. How in the crazy world of professional stalkers did you know that?”
“In rehearsal last week, you told me that you had a bit of a headache, so I offered you something for it and you checked the ingredients before taking one. Mature sex “Good night, Charley.” My head pressed against his chest, I felt the rumble of his words as he spoke. My hand slammed against the handle of the pot, flipping it downward. Even so, I found no reason to release my hand from his. He introduced himself and began to look at my hand, asking about how I had burned it.
