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neck to see past Trey.
    Serban Aines . He had made her life difficult on more than one occasion, and completely miserable when the tape was released.
    "How about the name of the young lady?" Hank asked, his confrontational tone making unpleasantly familiar shivers skate across Dakota's neck. 
    "Afraid not, boys," Trey said, firmly. He turned and swept his arm protectively around her waist. "If you'll excuse us."
    He started to move past them, but the group shifted, blocking their way, again.
    "She looks very familiar," Aines said, ostensibly to Hank, though his eyes never left Dakota. "I know I've seen her somewhere before."
    Trey let go and moved to stand fully in front of her. "She's an up and coming model and that's all I'll say on the matter. Except make sure you get the newest issue of Vogue when it comes out." 
    The reporters started frantically making notes, some verbally into small recorders, some tapping away on their smart phones.
    Aines moved to the left, still straining to see around Trey. His eyes narrowed. "I've definitely seen her before."
    Dakota stared coldly at Aines over Trey's shoulder. How men like him could go around ruining people's lives and still sleep at night she'd never know. 
    Their eyes locked. She hoped he could see how much she despised him and all reporters like him. Merciless jackals. Disgusting vermin. One of the best moments of her life had been when she'd decked the soulless scum bag for trying to take a picture under her dress.
    His expression cleared. "It's you!" He whipped his camera up and started frantically snapping pictures. "It's the missing heiress!"
    Horror blasted through her and she shied away, raising her hand to shield herself from the onslaught as the outpouring of flashes blinded her. Trey made a lunge for Aines but he darted away. 
    "It's Dakota Jamison!" Aines shouted to the others. "I'd recognize that hateful witch no matter how much makeup she caked on!"
    His words shot off a cascade of panic in Dakota. She jumped back as the paparazzi swarmed her, shouting as they came.
    "Why'd you disappear--?"
    "Does your father know where you are--?"
    "Are you and Mr. Peters having an affair--?"
     "Are you secretly married--?" 
    "Have you filmed yourselves having sex--?"
    Their harsh voices bombarded her like shrapnel. In a moment she knew they'd have her surrounded. Escape would be impossible. 
    She turned to run for the theatre, hoping to find protection there, but the crowd milling around in front of it was too thick. She'd never get through them in time. 
     "Dakota!" she heard Trey shout behind her, bringing a roar of triumph from the crowd of photographers at his inadvertent confirmation. 
    She darted toward the street, skated past the crowd, and took off down the sidewalk.
    Fear coursed through her, and then anger.
    Or had the slip been inadvertent? Had Trey in fact betrayed her? Had he tipped off the smut press? Planned to have them waiting there for her?
    What better way to force her from hiding while looking innocent of the whole thing.
    What an idiot she was! Never let a man you were hot for get past your defenses. Hadn't she learned that lesson?
    Pounding feet and more shouted questions echoed behind her, getting closer. Sucking in air like a bellows, her chest aching, she looked for a way to lose them, but the long blonde hair of her wig kept blowing across her eyes and the high heels of her sandals made it hard to get up speed. 
    There was a chance they hadn't gotten a good picture of her. But if they caught her....
    "Dakota!" This time Trey's shout came from her left and it was close. She turned her head in surprise. The silver Jaguar cruised along the curb next to her.
    "Get in!"

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER SIX
     
    "You set me up!" Dakota yelled back at Trey.
    "I didn't!"
    "Liar!"
    "They're gaining on you!"
    Flashes of light popped off just behind her. Wasn't one monster better than a pack of them? She pulled open the