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door and said, "It's me."

She opened the door. "What was that all about?"

"She thought I'd spent the night with you, since we were

having breakfast together in the coffee shop."

"Lord," Alex whispered. "People in this town certainly

have fertile minds. You'd better leave before anybody else

gets that impression."

"What do you care? I don't."

"Well, I do."

Uneasily, Alex glanced toward the unmade bed. On any

other morning the housekeeper was knocking while she was

still in the shower. This morning, of all mornings, she was

running late. Alex was afraid that the bed would give away

her secret. The room was redolent of Reede. His essence

lingered on each surface like a fine coating of dust. She was

afraid Junior would sense that.

Gently, he removed her sunglasses and traced the lavender

half-moons beneath her eyes. "Bad night?"

That's an understatement, she thought. "You might as

well hear it from me. I'm sure it will get around. Late yesterday

afternoon I went to Nora Gail's place."

His lips parted with surprise. "Son of a bitch."

"I needed to talk to her. It seems she's Reede's alibi for

the night Celina was killed. Anyway, while I was there, a

man got shot. There was blood, an arrest."



Junior laughed with incredulity. "You're kiddin' me."

"I wish I were,'' she said grimly.' 'Here I am, representing

the D.A.'s office, and I get involved in a Shootout between

two cowboys in a whorehouse."

Suddenly it all collapsed on her. Instead of crying, she

began to laugh. Once she started, she couldn't stop. She

laughed until her sides ached and tears were rolling down her

cheeks. "Oh, God, can you believe it? If Greg Harper ever

hears about this, he--"

"Pat Chastain won't tell him. He has a girl out at--"

"I know," she said, "Reede told me. He responded to the

call and hustled me out. He didn't seem to think there would

be any repercussions." She shrugged in an offhanded manner

that she hoped didn't look as phony as it felt.

"It's good to hear you laughing for a change," Junior

commented, smiling down at her. "I'd like to stick around

and cheer you up even more." He placed his hands on her

derriere and began to move them up and down. Alex pushed

him away.

"If you wanted to cheer someone up, you should have

gone with Stacey. She looked like she could use it."

He glanced away guiltily. "It doesn't take much to make

her happy."

"Because she still loves you."

"I don't deserve her."

"That doesn't matter to her. She'll forgive you anything

She already has."

"Of murder, you mean?"

"No. Of loving someone else--Celina."

"Not this time, Alex," he whispered and dipped his head

to kiss her.

She dodged his well-aimed lips. "No, Junior."

"Why not?"

"You know why."

"Am I still only a pal?"

"A friend."

"Why just a friend?"



"I keep getting the present mixed up with the past. Hearing

you talk about wishing you could have been my father stifled

my romantic inclinations."

"When I look at you now, I can't relate you to that tiny

baby in the crib. You're an exciting woman. I want to hold

you, love you, and not like a daddy."

"No." She shook her head adamantly. "It just doesn't sit

right, Junior. It's out of whack."

This was the speech she should have made to Reede. Why

hadn't she? Because she was a phony, that's why. And because

the same rules didn't always apply to similar situations,

even when one wanted them to. And because she didn't have

any control over whom she fell in love with. She and Celina

had that in common.

"We can never be lovers."

He smiled and said without rancor, "I'm stubborn. Once

this is over, I'll make certain that you see me in a whole new

light. We'll pretend that we're meeting for the first time and

you'll fall hard for me."

If it soothes his ego, let him think so, Alex thought.

She knew it would never be, just as it could never have

been with him and Celina.

And in both cases, Reede Lambert was the reason.



Thirty-seven





Angus's secretary escorted Alex into his office at ME headquarters.

It was an unpretentious complex, situated in a

professional building between a dentist's office and a two-partner

law firm. He stepped around his desk to greet her.



"Thank you for stopping by, Alex."

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