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or so he’d come to grips with the fact that maybe he always would.
    Back down? Not this time. This time he was takingit all the way. And if she wanted her damn cover story, she could come and get it— his way.
    â€œAre you all right, B.J.?” Jessica asked, doe eyes wider than ever.
    B.J. slid into her seat again. “I have been better,” she informed L.T.’s girlfriend with a stately nod of her shining blond head. “Thank you for asking.” She turned on L.T. again, eyes stormy, mouth set. “In case you might have forgotten, I have a department to run. I can’t just go traipsing off to the wilds of California. And really. Where is the sense in this? That Buck’s got the byline is half of the story.” She threw up both hands. “Oh, this is all just too, too insane. He’s going to do a much better job of writing the damn thing than I ever could. That’s what he does —write.”
    L.T. waved a hand, dismissing her objections.
    â€œDon’t worry about the features department. Giles can handle things for a week or two. And the piece shouldn’t be a memoir. It needs an objective eye.”
    B.J. looked at her father as if she’d like nothing better than to grab his cigar from between his fingers and put it out in his face. “Excuse me. An objective eye? ”
    Her father faced her right down. “That’s what I said.”
    â€œOh, please. It’s better with Buck’s name on the byline, don’t try to kid me it’s not.”
    L.T. nodded. Regally. “Unfortunately, he’s not offering his name on the byline. And we have to work with what we can get.”
    She whipped around to glare at Buck again. “Come on. Write it yourself.”
    He only shook his head.
    â€œYou…” Evil epithets lurked right behind those lips he couldn’t wait to kiss again.
    But she held them in. She sat back in her chair, regrouping. Buck could practically see her quick mind working. Cornered but still swinging, she tried again. “I can’t see any reason to pay you, if you’re not doing the writing.”
    â€œFine. Leave my agent out of it.”
    â€œWe will. And I’ll get someone else to write the piece. Someone really good. Mike Gallato should be available, now the Wise Brothers thing fell through. I can call him right now and we can—”
    â€œNo,” said L.T. “You’re going to write it. And you’ll do a fine job. It’ll be good for you. You need to get out in the field now and then, anyway.”
    â€œListen very carefully,” B.J. said in a voice that could have flash-frozen the testicles off a bull. “I’m not going to do this.” Her eyes were wild, her mouth a thin line. Two bright spots of color rode high on her cheekbones. Other than that, her face was much too pale.
    Buck frowned. Had Jessica been right?
    Was she sick?
    He wanted to ask her for himself if she was okay. But he didn’t. B.J. absolutely refused to show weakness, anytime or anywhere. If he asked, he’d get nothing but a snarled denial. No point in going there.
    She said, tightly, “Buck. Listen. I assure you. If you don’t want to write this yourself, it’s going to be no problem finding someone else, someone really…top-notch. Someone much better than I would be.”
    Again, for a split second, he wavered. But not long enough that she could see it in his eyes. He was going for it. Going the whole way. And, whether she liked it or not, she was going with him.
    True, at the moment, she was madder than a peeled rattler at him for roping her into this. But she’d get overit. He’d have as long as he could keep her in California to make her admit that the two of them were far from over. A big job, admittedly. But Buck Bravo was accustomed to life-and-death challenges.
    â€œNo,” Buck said. “I want you, B.J. You come with me to California and write the