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between you and Blake?”
    I shook my head.  Then paused.  If there was anyone who might have insight into Blake and Angel’s relationship, it was R.J. 
    I leaned in close.  “R.J., I think Blake killed Angel.”
    His mega sized smile dropped.  “Alec told me you’d been asking questions, but I didn’t believe you seriously thought Blake could have anything to do with Angel’s death.  I told you, he tried to save her.”
    I shook my head.  “I know, but… but I’m certain.”
    He leaned in.  “You have proof?”
    “Yes.”  I bit my lip again.  “Well, not exactly.  I mean… look, you’re going to have to trust me on this.  I know who killed Angel.”
    R.J. stared at me for a moment, his expression unreadable.  He opened his mouth to say something.
    But didn’t get the chance as Alec joined our little group.
    “That was fantastic, Kya.  I’d be surprised if I’m not looking at the next Heidi Klum.”
    “I don’t know about that,” I said, my eyes still on R.J.  His brow was furrowed, his lips set in a thin line, digesting what I’d just told him.
    “You’re just being modest,” Alec joked.  “I can tell you’re going to have a long future with Parker models.”
    “A girl can hope.”
    “Wow, killer dress, Kya.”
    I froze, feeling Blake come up behind me, his hand skimming the small of my back.
    He did a low whistle.  “That thing should come with a warning label.”
    “Thanks,” I said, putting on my best poker face.    
    “Got plans tonight?” Blake asked me.
    “No,” I said, slowly.  “Why?  Did you have something in mind?”
    Blake’s eyes twinkled with a look that could only be called wicked, that dimple creasing his left cheek.  “One look at that dress , and I’ve suddenly got just one thing on my mind.”
    I pasted a smile on my face and gave him a playful swat on the arm.  “Down boy.”
    “Tell you what, come back to my place and I’ll cook you dinner.  Ask the boys, here, I’m an excellent cook.”
    I turned to R.J.  He’d seemed to regained his composure somewhat, though his mega-watt smile was still absent.  “Oh, it’s true.  The man is a wonder in the kitchen.  Have him make you his mushroom lasagna.  It’s to die for.”
    I’ll bet. 
    But, instead, I did a grin that was all teeth.  “Blake, I’d love to.”
     
    *   *   *
     
     
    Maybe going home alone with a killer didn’t top the list of smart things Kya’s done in her lifetime.  But visions from a dead woman were hardly conclusive proof of his guilt.  If I wanted to get any sort of justice for Angel, I had to get something real.  I had to get Blake to confess.  My only hope was that I could get him comfortable enough to confide something damaging to me.  And I knew if I was going to do that, I had to get him alone.  
    So, after two plates of, I’ll admit, delicious lasagna, Blake and I retired to the living room.  I sat on the sofa with my legs tucked up under me as Blake handed me a glass of cabernet.  Which I had no intention of drinking.  If I was going to pull this off, I needed all my wits about me. 
    “That was delicious.  I can see a girl’s going to have a hard time keeping her figure around you.”
    Blake grinned, sitting himself down beside me.  Close beside me.  I involuntarily inhaled his warm scent and couldn’t breathe for a moment.
    “I don’t think that will be a problem for you,” he replied, running a finger lightly down my arm.  It was a small gesture, soft and intimate. 
    I sucked in my lower lip to keep from pulling away.   
    “So, have you done work for Maddie Springer in the past ?” I asked, trying to steer the conversation toward Angel.
    He nodded.  “Yeah.  She like s to keep familiar faces in her ads.”
    “Like Angel?”
    Blake’s eyes clouded over.  “Yes.  She worked for them.”
    “I know.”  I held up one foot.  “I bought these because of her picture.”
    His eyes hit the floor as he idly swirled