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Ray.
    In my house.
    Somehow.
    “I just loved that beach in your movie,” Nana was gushing. “The way you spun that young lady around in the surf—why, I’d just love to do that. To have someone to do that with me, I suppose. Such a gorgeous place.”
    “We were filming on location for that one,” Devon said warmly. Neither of them had spotted me yet. I was keeping to the shadows in the hallway, observing, trying not to lose my mind. “It’s actually this little fishing village in Hawaii. The people there are so kind and gracious, and every evening after shooting, they loved to feed us. I gained so much weight during that shoot that they had to edit some of my scenes to hide my gut.”
    “I’m sure that’s not true,” Nana said, giggling. “A gut? You? Never.”
    The way she simpered at him grated on me. I wanted to spring into the room and tell her what an ass he was, but I forced myself to be still and quiet.
    “That was one of my very favorite places to shoot,” Devon said. “I’ve been just dying to go back, really. It’s so unlike anywhere I’ve ever been. The people there treat everyone equally. I was just another person to them. No one special. They’ve invited me to come back, actually. I just need to find the time.”
    “It’s like I tell my granddaughter, June,” Nana said. “If it’s important enough to you, you’ll find the time.”
    “I will find the time,” he vowed. “Where is your granddaughter? I would’ve thought she’d be off from work around this time, wouldn’t you?”
    How in the hell should he know? I cleared my throat loudly, and both of them looked up quickly. Their expressions were so comical that I would’ve laughed—if only I hadn’t been so weirded out. Nana looked like the cat who swallowed the canary, and Devon actually looked scared.
    “I just got here,” I said.
    “Well, you snuck in here, didn’t you?” Nana said, fluttering her hand over her heart dramatically. “You shouldn’t do that, June. You could scare a person to death.”
    “Sorry, Nana,” I said. “I wasn’t trying to sneak. You two seemed to be in a pretty deep conversation.”
    “Oh, yes,” she gushed. I noticed that Devon hadn’t spoken up, yet. “I was just telling this nice young man about my very favorite movie of his. You know the one. With the beach.”
    “Definitely, the beach,” I said, smiling at her. “It’d be nice if we lived a little closer to the beach, wouldn’t it, Nana?”
    “Not just any beach,” she said, shaking her head emphatically. “That beach. The one in the movie. It’s in Hawaii, he said. So secluded. Surrounded by rocks, but then it opens up and you have a spit of sand all to your own. And that water! Like a liquid jewel.”
    “I like that,” Devon said, smiling. “A liquid jewel. That’s exactly how it is there. Like nothing else in the world.”
    I wasn’t impressed by them waxing poetic. I wanted to know just why this man was in my house, talking to Nana, somehow aware of both my address and my work schedule. Just how long had he been here? What had Nana told him? What had he seen or said?
    “What are you doing here?” I asked him after a long period of silence, both Devon and Nana obviously waiting for me to say something. I was proud of myself. I sounded calm and collected, not shrill and panicky, which were the two things I most definitely were.
    “June, I wanted to come by and meet my biggest fan,” Devon said, grinning as he squeezed Nana’s shoulder gently. She beamed up at him and I almost melted— almost . I was still way too suspicious of what was happening to relax and think about how adorable Nana was. I could practically smell the bullshit wafting off of Devon, but I wasn’t close enough to detect whether it was still tinged with vodka.
    “You let Devon Ray into the house, Nana?” I asked, carefully keeping a smile on my face.
    “When someone like Devon Ray comes knocking, you don’t leave him out on the porch,”