Never Sleep With Strangers by Heather Graham

you’ll need your swimsuit, which I’m sure must be in your room.”
    He reached over and pinched her cheek.
    â€œBrett—”
    â€œYou really do love me,” he assured her.
    But at last he walked away. And she closed and locked her door.
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    Camy’s room was near the grand stone stairway that led to the foyer and the library and great hall below. The hallway had emptied of writers when Jon exited his room to reach his assistant’s, but Joshua stopped him on his way, calling to him from his own doorway.
    â€œJon, come in here, I think you should see this.”
    As Jon entered Joshua’s room, the sculptor gestured at the large television set. A weatherwoman from a Stirling station stood before a large map of northern England and Scotland. Jon stood silently beside Joshua, watching as the meteorologist smiled her way through an explanation of the storm moving in from the North Atlantic. It was already hitting the islands, covering John o’Groat’s with a blanket of snow and ice, and moving southward.
    â€œWhat do you think?” Joshua said.
    As if on cue, the weatherwoman smiled more broadly. “Due to atmospheric conditions, it’s difficult to forecast the exact movement or speed of the storm, but it’s possible that within the next twenty-four to thirty-six hours we could have snow and blizzard conditions across the midsection of Scotland, all the way down to Yorkshire, England.”
    â€œI think it’s going to snow,” Jon said. “The staff here are extraordinary—I don’t think we’ve ever run out of anything. But I’ll speak with my housekeeper and make sure we’re doubly provisioned, just in case we wind up snowbound.”
    â€œGood idea. I thought you might want to know,” Joshua said.
    â€œYeah, thanks,” Jon told him. He hesitated. “Josh, you and Camy are working together on all the clues and instructions for the game, right?”
    â€œYeah, why?”
    â€œDid you slip the envelope under my door?”
    Joshua shook his head, looking a little uneasy. “No, Camy was distributing the instructions today,” he said with a shrug. “Why, is something wrong?”
    Jon showed Joshua the message he had received.
    The sculptor went pale, shaking his head. “Someone is playing a dirty game,” he said angrily.
    â€œSo it seems.”
    â€œDo you think you’re in any real danger?”
    Jon shook his head. “No.”
    â€œBut—”
    â€œNever mind. I’m sorry I even bothered you with this.”
    â€œSorry!” Joshua said indignantly. “Someone did this! We have to know who—”
    â€œJosh, I can handle it. Hey, you’re an artist, my friend, filling in as game master for the good of my charities. This isn’t your concern. Excuse me, and thanks for the weather report. I’ll check with Camy.”
    He left Josh and walked down the hallway to tap on Camy’s door.
    â€œCome in!”
    He opened the door, strode to where she sat at her desk and tossed down his note. “Not funny, Camy. What in God’s name would induce you to do something like that?”
    â€œSomething like what?” she demanded indignantly. She stared at him, then frowned and lifted the note and began to read.
    He watched her face go parchment white. “Joshua said you did the notes and slipped them under the doors.”
    â€œI did, but I didn’t do this, Jon. Honestly. Honest to God, I swear! How could you think I would write something like that to you?”
    â€œIs this what the other instructions look like?” he demanded harshly.
    She nodded. “Yes, but—”
    â€œWho had access to your office? This is castle stationery.”
    â€œWell, I guess anyone might have slipped in here. And there’s more of this stationery in the desk in the library. I think it’s even in the guest rooms. Jon, I can’t prove anything,