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goodbye, she resolved to think up a plausible excuse for her erratic behavior by the time they spoke again. Hopefully, that would get the woman off her back for now .
    Ignoring the exhaustion that threatened to overwhelm her, she plugged in the laptop she took everywhere. It was her lifeline—her connection to Ruben’s world—and the one place she could rely on getting the information she needed. Navigating quickly to the many fan sites she was a member of, she found nothing, no mention of any woman. Apparently, she had been the only one who had noticed.
    Her brain hurt from hours of ruminating on who the brunette was and what she and Ruben were up to . Was she here with him? Had they spent the night having sex? Bile rose in her throat and she pushed the thought away, deciding there was no point in getting upset until she had proof. Maybe the woman had been a reporter or someone from the record company? No need to panic yet.
    The regular fans had been online in droves, posting every picture, no matter what the quality simply because they were of Ruben. Endless tales of ‘fan encounters’ filled the forums, rambling on breathlessly about seeing him leave a car, walk through a door or wave at them—all non-events as far as she was concerned, but the very stuff they seemed to live for.
    She had nothing in common with these women, but often found herself grateful for their obsessive attention to detail. In the years when she had been trapped with her father, she had lived vicariously through them, eagerly absorbing every morsel of information she could glean from their messages and photos. Thanks to them, she knew where he lived, shopped, relaxed and worked. She knew his car, his staff, his family and his friends.
    She’d actually come face to face with him at a CD signing when her journey had first began six months earlier. The devastation of realizing that he had no idea who she was had been hard to get over. Due to the fact they were not alone, her smile had barely slipped as he’d signed her CD without a glimpse of recognition before she was hustled away to make space for the next fan.
    She also knew about the two very casual girlfriends he had been seen with since then. One of them had been a celebrity, the other had not. The latter had been easy to find once she knew her name and paying the bitch a visit had been one of the first items on her agenda once she had been free. Nobody had been home the night she turned up on the doorstep, but that hadn’t mattered. Unable to punish the girlfriend for being with Ruben, she had satisfied herself with trashing the apartment and stealing the few items of jewelry that had caught her eye. A shiny new Mercedes outside on the drive hadn’t fared much better—she’d slashed the tires before throwing a brick through the windscreen. She still remembered the sound of the car alarm shrieking in protest as she ran off into the night.
    In a way she was glad she hadn’t confronted the woman. If she had done her harm and gotten caught, any hopes of being reunited with Ruben would be gone forever. He wasn’t hers yet, and she didn’t have the right, or the reason—she hoped—to be jealous.
    Getting on top of the bed, she tried to fight the tiredness, but knew she would have to sleep soon, if only so she would have more energy for later. Knowing he was somewhere above her in the hotel didn’t excite her, it wasn’t as if she would be able to get near him. Shit, she doubted Albert would let anyone onto the entire floor, assuming his boss had taken his usual penthouse suite.
    Ruben hated having anyone around before a performance—including friends and family. A thought panicked her. What about after? He often entertained or hit the clubs after a show, still pumped from the adrenaline of being on stage. Things could get complicated if the mystery woman was still hanging around like a bad smell while he was looking to release some of that excess energy. She was sure he would be