When the first note shows up at the restaurant where he works -- when he isn't designing costumes for a local theater -- Jim Foster laughs it off. When the notes keep coming, he doesn't find the fact that he might have a secret admirer quite so amusing. Alan North, a lonely, bookish customer at the restaurant, is too shy to even think of talking to Jim -- as much as he wants to. Then the killings begin. Two of Jim's friends are murdered in what appear to be muggings. However, the detective in charge of the cases believes they're more than that, and that Jim is either the killer ... or being stalked by one. When Jim and Alan finally connect, can they help find and stop the stalker, or will Alan end up dead before their budding relationship can become more than friendship?

His Secret Admirer

“Watch me, not my feet,” Jim said. “Feel how I’m moving.”


Alan looked up at him before closing his eyes, trying to do as Jim suggested and feel it. It worked, and after a couple of minutes he was dancing—rather amateurishly he was certain, but he was.


“You’re getting the hang of it,” Jim told him. “Now, open your eyes.”


“If I do, I’ll be watching your feet again,” Alan protested.


“Naw.” Jim moved his hands from Alan’s hips to the small of his back, easing him closer. “Now, you can’t see them.


Alan swallowed hard. No, but I can feel you moving a hell of a lot better. Too much better. He debated pulling back, even though he didn’t want too.


“Relax,” Jim murmured. “This is supposed to be fun, not torture.”


Alan was able to laugh before he replied, “It is. Fun, I mean. But let’s keep it to this. I don’t think I’m ready to do what they’re doing.” He nodded to a couple who were definitely feeling the music and dancing accordingly.


Chapter 29