Hilary cried indignantly. “The question here is who are you!” It was a wonder she hadn’t fainted from sheer terror. How dare this…this bully break into her home—her very first home—and make demands of her. “Furthermore, what are you doing in my apartment?” “You’ve got this all wrong, lady. I’m the one who lives here.” Hilary folded her arms and gave him a look that suggested she wasn’t stupid, nor would she let him intimidate her. If she could deal with her mother, then she was capable of handling King Kong. “I happen to live here,” she told him as forcefully as she could. He might outweigh her by a hundred pounds and tower a good ten inches above her, but she refused to be browbeaten. “Now I’d like to suggest you leave. Otherwise I’ll be forced to contact the authorities.” The intruder’s eyes narrowed as he took in her best finishing-school voice. A slow, deliberate smile appeared. “Dave Krier put you up to this, didn’t he?” “I assure you I don’t know anyone named Dave,”
