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heel and forced her unsteady legs to walk, as nonchalantly
as possible, up the stairs. Wonderful way to start the day. Could it get any
worse? Probably. Reaching her room, she shook her head at the cameraman and
shut the door. The public caught more than an eyeful all morning and didn’t
need to watch her dress.
    As she walked
toward her bed, the faint odor of nail polish tickled her nose. Odd. She hadn’t
brought any. Okay, it’s official , she was losing it. Jack Dodger Anderson was on the premises less than five minutes and already her brain was mush. Get
it together, girl . She groaned and slumped onto the bed. He’s only a man .
    A very handsome,
sexy, capable man. Why the heck did he have to be Matthew’s brother?
    It didn’t
matter, she told herself for the twentieth time. She could handle it. And she would handle it. No way would she allow another man to compromise her ability to perform
her duties. Ever again.
    Brielle rose to
her feet and, head held high, walked to her closet, threw open the doors and
gasped. 

Chapter Four
     
    R uined.
    Brielle clenched
her teeth and swallowed down an angry curse. Her clothes were ruined. Every
scrap. Her gaze snapped from garment to garment, taking in the red streaks covering
her wardrobe. Now she knew where the smell of nail polish had come from. She sucked
in a breath, trying desperately to remain calm. Her favorite top and dress were
among the casualties. And she’d just bought them. Dammit.  
    Her mind also registered
the haphazard tears in her clothing. A chill ran down her spine. They weren’t
symmetrical or calculated. No. A quick, violent stroke had sent a blade into
each piece. She carefully backed out of the closet to inspect the clothes in
her dresser. Ruined, too.  
    She brought the
case files to mind. None of the other contestants’ belongings had ever been
attacked. Was she the only one now, or did their closets bear the same artwork?
If not, why had her addition to the show suddenly escalated the threats?
    Her gaze bounced
around the room. Thanks to the no-camera rule, none of the havoc had been
caught on tape.
    Brielle jerked
the door open and pushed past the cameraman to peer down at the chatting crowd. Which one had done this? She gripped the railing, its smooth surface
cooling her heated palms as she eyed the women. Sliding her hands back and
forth, she allowed the motion to calm her anger before she spoke.
    “Bill, we seem
to have a slight problem,” she called down, catching Jack’s frowning stare.
    Bill jumped to
his feet, followed by Jack. “What kind of problem?”
    “I don’t seem to
have a thing to wear.” She eyed the three girls, all looking up at her with
straight faces. Were they all involved? One? Two? None?
    Bill stopped
mid-stride, clipboard dangling at his side. “Look, if this is some kind of
hissy fit—”
    “I don’t do hissy fits.” She cut him off, needing to get to the point. “An hour ago I had
plenty to wear, but now...” She paused, her gaze snapping to each of the women.
“I do not.”
    A look of alarm
crossed Jack’s face. “What’s wrong?” he asked, taking the stairs two at a time.
    “See for
yourself.” She pointed to her room, but waited in the hall for Bill and the
girls, wanting to read their expressions when they saw her clothes.
    “Oh my.” Bill
backed out of her closet a minute later. “How did this happen?”
    “Beats me. I was
downstairs cooking.” She exchanged a look with Jack, who, like her, eyed the
contestants as they surveyed the damage.
    Danni’s fingers
flew to her mouth. “Who would do such a thing?”
    “Don’t look at
me,” Carla said with a wave of her hand. “I was in my room getting dressed.”
    “So was I.”
Mandy shook her head as she peered into the closet, then added, “We all were.”
    Jack leaned his back
against the wall, arms crossed. “Very convenient.”
    “Oh, come on.”
Bill frowned, his gaze bouncing to the contestants. “Surely you don’t think