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Myrna crammed the papers inside her bag and jerked the zipper closed before continuing through the overdone hotel lobby on her way to her sixth-floor room. A long, hot bath sounded like heaven. How had she let her associate dean talk her into presenting at this stupid conference in the first place? What a total waste of time. The other professors in her field wouldn’t know an innovative idea if it stood on its head and sang “The Star-Spangled Banner.” And why did she care what her colleagues thought of her methods anyway? Students loved her classes. They were always full. She had waiting lists for—

Steps echoed hers. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. She paused —her heart racing, palms damp.

Whoever followed stopped several steps behind her. She could hear him breathing.

Jeremy?

No. It couldn’t be her ex-husband. He didn’t know how to find her. Right? Tell that to the cold sweat trickling between her breast