“I don’t think you have a clue who you’re dealing with if you think you’re done. This isn’t a joke, Lisa—”

“It’s Eliza. I haven’t been Lisa since I was nine.” Just one of the many changes she had to make in her life. “Take me home.”

“That isn’t wise,” James finally said.

“Take me home.”

Jim met Dean’s eyes. She couldn’t help but wonder if they’d take her into custody for her own protection.

Jim took a sudden turn back toward the freeway. Toward her home in Tarzana.

She sat back in her seat with her purse in her lap.

“I hope you know how to use that gun,” Dean said.

How did he know? Of course he knew. Jim and Dean seemed to know everything about her life.

“Anytime you want to have a shoot off, or whatever you call it, you let me know.”

“I might just do that,” Dean said.

Jim laughed. “You’d lose,” he told his partner.

She let a half smile meet her lips.

“So. Was this a scare tactic, or do you two know something?”

Dean looked at Jim and then the rearview mirror.

Neither of them said anything.

Scare tactic. Which worked when she was a kid trying out for the cheerleading team. Not so much now.

They turned off the freeway and down her street.

“Get back to the studio, Eliza. Brush up on your Tae Kwan Do. Stay alert,” Dean told her as he turned into her driveway.

“And for the sake of God, call us if you find the butter in the wrong place in the fridge. Got that?”

Yeah, she got it.

Through their rough exterior, James and Dean were good guys. They had no idea what her life was really like, but they meant well.

“Got it.”

Chapter Seven

Her phone was ringing when she walked into the house. Caller ID told her it was a private number, but Eliza knew without a doubt it would be Samantha. Blake and Carter were close. He probably hit speed dial the minute she disappeared down the hall.

To avoid a face to face with her friend, Eliza picked up the phone. “Hey.”

“What the hell, Eliza? Are you okay?” Under the tone of what the hell is going on was, I’m scared for you.

“I’m fine.” She pulled back the curtains and checked the street. As expected, Joe was parked across from her house and it looked like Jim had circled the block and was now a few houses back.

“Carter just got off the phone with Blake.”

“Yeah…” Looked like Jim was staring at the license plate of Joe’s car. Eliza hoped Joe didn’t have a background he wanted buried.

“Yeah? Eliza? Talk to me. What’s going on?”

She let the drapes fall back into place and stepped away from the window. Let the cops and bodyguards work it out among themselves. “I’m fine, Sam. Really. I’m sure Carter painted an ugly picture, but I’m good.”

“The police don’t escort you away for a private chat if everything is good. Carter is freaked out, and he and Blake are on overdrive trying to figure out what’s happening. You can save us all the trouble by talking.”

Eliza leaned against the wall in the hallway and toed off her heels. How was she going to avoid this? She’d managed to keep her past buried for years. Maybe she could buy some time and figure out a plan. “Some things shouldn’t be talked about on the phone. I’m sure you understand that.”

Samantha hadn’t always lived the perfect life. And when she and Blake were dating, his crazy ex bugged the very phone Eliza spoke on to gain information about their relationship.

“I understand. Do you want to meet for coffee? Come over to the house?”

As much as Eliza would have liked to ignore Jim and Dean’s warnings, she couldn’t. How much could she tell Samantha? And how wise was it to have Gwen stay with her?

And how soon would Carter be pounding on her door for answers?

“I need a day or two. And before you say it, I know I can trust you. I just need a little time.”

Samantha blew out a sigh over the phone. “Okay. Promise me you’ll call or come here if you need anything.”

“You know I will.”

After hanging up, Eliza ran upstairs and changed into two outfits, one hidden under another, and then quickly locked up her house before getting in her car.

Two cars followed her. Joe stayed close, not caring that she saw him, but Jim followed a few cars back.

Within ten minutes, she was in a packed mall parking lot and out of her car.

The crowded mall would have made ditching one person following her easy. Three would take some effort.

Dean weaved in and out of people, easily seen because of the size of his waist. Joe was talking into a cell phone, probably to Carter.

Keeping her sunglasses on, Eliza found the movie theater inside the mall and noted the movie times. The latest young adult vampire movie was about to let out. “Perfect,” she whispered to herself.

At the ticket booth, she smiled at the twenty-something attendant and bought a seat for the latest chick-flick. “One for Ten Million Dollar Bride please.”

Ten bucks later, Eliza was slipping into the crowd. She diverted to the ladies room but not before noting Joe buying a ticket.

Inside a stall, she shimmied out of her loose knit pants and black shirt and tucked them into her oversize purse. Her barely-there shorts fit the teenage style and the shoestring top should have been illegal to wear. She pulled her hair through a trendy black hat with a sparkly cross embellished over the brim. As she was applying gloss to her lips, a slew of giggling teenage girls crowded into the bathroom.

“Oh, my God that was the best one yet,” one of the girls squealed as the others oohed and awed over the latest teen heartthrob.

One of the girls noticed Eliza standing there and let a toothy grin brighten her face. After a few seconds of chatty teenage noise, Eliza glanced at the obvious popular girl of the group and said, “Love that shirt. Where did you get it?”

The tiny blonde lifted her chin and smiled. “Forever Teen,” she said. “Cute hat.”

Using the desire to impress an older hip girl to her advantage, Eliza complimented the girl’s taste and in a weird way managed to gain her trust. The girls moved like a small mob from the bathroom while others shoved in. Eliza slid her glasses on and melted into their group, chatting as she went about a movie she’d not seen. Thank God the trailers of the film had dominated the movie ads for weeks.

In the small gaggle of teens, Eliza snuck out of the movie theater, right past a clueless Joe. Dean stood outside the door of the theater, but didn’t see her slip by.