All You Desire by Kirsten Miller

have something for you.” She jumped up from the couch. “I’d have given it to you last night, but Iain was there, and I thought you might want to take a look at it alone first.” Haven watched Frances digging through a drawer of the desk that sat in one corner of the room. Finally, the woman held up a scrap of paper triumphantly. “A workman found this when they were renovating Constance’s room. It was hidden under a floorboard. . . .”
    Haven recognized the note, though its heavy white paper had long since turned yellow.
    Keep this to remind you. You’re not who you think you are. When he comes to you, you must find us. Don’t dare trust yourself. Telephone LE4-8987.
    â€œWeird, right?” Frances said. “Do you know anything about it?”
    â€œI had a dream about this note last night. I saw a girl give it to Constance.”
    â€œDo you think she was being warned about Ethan?” Frances had a nose for gossip.
    â€œI have no idea,” Haven said, grabbing a clean cup off the table. “I’ll take Iain some coffee and see what he knows. Maybe Constance told him about it.”
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    â€œMORNING, GORGEOUS,” IAIN said when Haven threw open the door to their room. She’d hoped to find him in bed, with his hair rumpled and his pajama top half buttoned. Instead he was already dressed and scrolling through messages on his phone.
    â€œI brought you breakfast in bed,” Haven said, setting down the tray she’d filled with toast, bagels, coffee, and jams. “You’re going out?”
    â€œYes.” Iain grabbed a sesame bagel and ripped it apart. “Thanks, Haven. You wouldn’t believe how much I’ve missed these things.”
    â€œWhere are you going?” She had to wait until he’d swallowed a mouthful of bread.
    â€œTo see what I can do to find Beau.”
    â€œBut . . .” She wanted to argue that it wasn’t what they had agreed. But the look in Iain’s eyes said he wasn’t about to listen to reason.
    â€œYou can’t expect me to come to New York and do nothing, Haven. I know I can’t talk you out of visiting the Pythia, so please don’t talk me out of trying to help.”
    â€œBut—”
    â€œNo more but s. Come here.”
    Once she was close enough, he grabbed her arm and pulled her down on his lap. “We’ll both be careful,” he said, just before his lips met hers. By the time they parted, Haven had forgotten both her worries and her mission.
    â€œSo what else did you bring me?” Iain asked, plucking the yellowing note from Haven’s hand.
    â€œOh! Right! God, I almost forgot. Frances found it. I’m pretty sure it belonged to Constance. Did she ever mention it to Ethan?”
    Iain seemed to read the note three or four times before looking back up at her. “No, I don’t remember her saying anything. Do you know who sent this to Constance?”
    â€œA waitress in a restaurant delivered it to her. I think I saw the incident last night in a dream. What do you think it means, ‘You’re not who you think you are’?”
    Iain shook his head. “I have no idea.”
    â€œIain, is there something you’re not telling me?”
    â€œLike what?” he responded cryptically.
    â€œIf I knew, I wouldn’t have asked!”
    â€œOkay, don’t go all Southern spitfire on me. I think the note means that you need to be very, very cautious while we’re here.”
    â€œI still don’t understand. Why would these people want me to call them when I met you?”
    Iain frowned as he returned the piece of paper to Haven. “You think it’s me they were talking about?”
    â€œWho else would it be?”
    â€œCan’t you see, Haven? The note must be referring to Adam .”

CHAPTER ELEVEN
    The street entrance to the baths was unmarked. All Frances and Haven found was a faded blue door with a